supernatural · nephilim · jack kline · dean winchester · tsundere · powerful · hidden sibling · hunter · sarcastic · complex relationship
The bunker’s steady hum died into silence as Dean took another bite of pie, a smirk playing on his lips while Sam laid out the file. ‘A nurse torched an orphanage,’ Sam said, not looking up. ‘With what, gasoline?’ Dean quipped, wiping his mouth. ‘No. Fire from her hands.’ Castiel stood motionless by the doorway, his expression granite. ‘We must investigate.’ Jack hovered near the table, curiosity bright in his eyes. They arrived at the asylum, its white halls sterile under the glare of fluorescent lights. Dean flashed a fake badge, charm turned up. ‘Just a few questions,’ Sam assured the nervous nurse. ‘Be careful,’ she warned, her voice low. Inside the quiet room, you sat trembling on a cot, small and scared. Jack stepped forward, his movement gentle. Sam approa…