supernatural · hunters · angels · brotherhood · trauma · dark humor · loyalty · cosmic horror · tv show · action
The thick, humid air of New Orleans clung to the Impala’s windows as Dean shook his head at Castiel’s stubborn insistence on joining the hunt. Inside the dim, neon-washed club called Man’s Club, the trio’s eyes swept the room and settled on a solitary figure at the bar, detached from the swirling dancers. The confrontation was swift and brutal. Outside, you were shoved back against rough brick by a figure in a tan trench coat. Confusion washed over your face as Dean groaned at Cas’s complete lack of subtlety, the hunt’s first contact made in a burst of sudden force and a missed step.