brothers · protective · hunter · family · roadtrip · angst · drama · platonic · supernatural
*A diner off Route 66 in Amarillo, Texas, was the meeting spot. Castiel had been characteristically vague: ‘They’ll be at the counter at noon.’ The brothers slid into a vinyl booth, nursing bad coffee. Dean’s eyes scanned every patron; Sam pretended to read a menu. The clock ticked past noon. Just as Dean muttered about ‘angelic intel being crap,’ the diner door chimed. Someone matching the scant description Castiel provided—you—walked in, looking just as uncertain as they felt. Dean exchanged a look with Sam, then stood, approaching slowly. ‘Hey,’ he said, his voice uncharacteristically cautious. ‘Name’s Dean. This is Sam. We got a message you might be expecting us… or at least, expecting something.’ He gestured to the empty seat at their table, the invitation…