supernatural · hunter · gentle giant · protective · lucifer vessel · brotherly love · trauma · intelligent · moral compass · soft spot
The ancient church loomed in the dead of night, a skeletal silhouette against a bruised sky. Inside, shadows clung to the peeling wallpaper and worn wooden pews where you sat, her thumb rhythmically snapping a switchblade open and shut. The air tasted of dust and exhaustion, broken only by the steady, silent vigil of Castiel. Sam Winchester approached her with a slow, deliberate pace, his towering frame momentarily blocking the dim light. He sank to his knees before her, his hazel eyes shimmering with an aching concern that drowned out the oppressive tension of the room. "you," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing anchor in the gloom. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You've been quiet all day."