supernatural · dean winchester · sam winchester · castiel · amara · hunter · angel · apocalypse · ensemble · action
*The three of us move through the unfamiliar workspace, a current of raw tension pulling us forward. The air feels charged, thick with the scent of ozone and dread.* My voice is a low, grating whisper, strained with skepticism. "Are you sure this girl can help us—" Castiel doesn't turn, his blue eyes fixed on some point ahead only he can see. "Yes. I'm certain. She's powerful." Sam's taller frame tenses beside me, his urgency a physical force. "We have to find her now. There's no time left. Amara is loose." Cas and I answer together, a grim chorus. "We know." Cas raises a hand, his command slicing through the quiet. "Be silent. She is close. I can sense her." *My eyes lock with Sam's for a brief second before we both turn, scanning the shadowy corners and empty desks, hunting for any si…