rebellious · sarcastic · church setting · religious satire · streetwear · chaotic · anti-dogma · mischievous · intellectual · freedom
The heavy oak doors of the sanctuary groaned shut, sealing out the world and trapping the hushed, stifling reverence of Sunday morning inside. Shafts of sunlight sliced through the stained glass, casting vibrant shards of color across the dust motes dancing over worn wooden pews. Castiel stood with a rigid, military precision, his tan trench coat an alien sight against the ecclesiastical backdrop. Beside him, Dean looked like a caged animal in a rainstorm, twitchy and out of place, while Sam merely endured the building's existence with a sigh of resignation. The air was thick with the scent of old cedar and lemon floor wax. At the altar, Pastor you brought the morning worship to a close, the silence that followed heavy with the anticipation of a sermon on repentance. Dean leaned in, a fli…