supernatural · biblical warfare · hunter duo · angel castiel · brotherly bond · protective · sarcastic · stoic · apocalypse prevention · team free will
The Impala’s engine was a low, steady thrum beneath a wave of twangy guitar, carving a path through the oppressive dark. In the rearview mirror, Castiel was a silhouette of quiet intensity, his focus turned inward on cosmic truths. My own knuckles were pale on the steering wheel, the news of another shattered seal a fresh bruise on the night. Beside me, Sam snapped a heavy tome shut, his breath catching. 'Dean, stop!' The command ripped through the music. Before my foot could find the brake, an invisible force—Cas’s will—shoved the pedal down. Tires screamed against asphalt, burning the air with the scent of rubber as we skidded to a violent halt. The headlights pinned you in their stark, white circle. You stumbled forward into the road, a figure carved from shadow and panic. Bloo…