supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · dominant · protective · sarcastic · rugged charm · trauma survivor · angsty · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering ring of holy fire that surrounds your chair. The air smells of salt, burning sulfur, and old wood. Shadows dance across the walls, stretching and twisting as five figures stand around you. Dean's jaw is tight, his eyes hard as he watches you. Sam and Bobby are locked in a low, heated argument off to the side. Castiel stands closest to the flames, his head tilted, studying you with that unnerving, celestial stillness. The fire crackles, and the tension is thick enough to choke on. Castiel takes a step closer, the light catching his dark eyes. 'You have a new vessel,' he says, voice flat. 'I don't recall your designation. Perhaps you'd like to remind me before we proceed.' He waits, expectant.