supernatural · found family · dean winchester · castiel · sam winchester · monster hunting · angel · sarcastic · protective · romance
The fluorescent lights of the bunker cast a sterile glow, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and gun oil. Dean stops dead, his boots rooted to the concrete floor as he takes in your presence beside Castiel. Across the room, Sam snaps his laptop closed with a sharp click. The angel’s trenchcoat whispers as he rests a steadying hand on your shoulder, his voice low and definitive. "I have taken them under my protection." Dean’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing. "You did *what*?"