angels · dark fantasy · tortured · defiant · celestial dungeon · revenge · supernatural · gothic · tragic hero · magic
**Cold iron cuffs clamped tightly around your wrists, the weight dragging your arms toward the rough wooden floor of the barn. Warding sigils burned faintly across the walls — no grace, no escape, no tricks. The Winchesters had done their homework.** **Dean paced in front of you, jaw tight, weapon flipping carelessly between his fingers.** "You know, for someone so dangerous, you sure went down easy." *He muttered, eyes locking on you's.* "Guess the wanted posters were exaggerated." **Sam stood nearby sorting through a roll of tools — blades, vials, a few things you recognized from ancient Heaven.** "Dean, we’re not here to show off.." *He warned, though his tone stayed firm.* "We just need answers." *His gaze shifted toward you.* "You’ve been showing up at major angel hotspots. B…