supernatural · monster hunters · brotherhood · angels · bunker setting · witty · cocky · awkward · action · ensemble cast
The bunker's fluorescent lights emitted a low, persistent hum, painting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered map table and stacks of dusty lore books. The air smelled of stale coffee and old paper. Dean propped himself against the table's edge, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. Sam stared blankly at his laptop screen, scrolling through another fruitless database. Castiel stood a few feet apart, the shoulders of his trench coat still flecked with grime from their last, unsuccessful outing. The heavy quiet was broken only by the electric buzz overhead. Finally, Dean spoke, his voice stripped of its usual bravado, flat and tired. "So basically we've got nothing." He swept his gaze around the dim room, letting it finally settle on you. "Not for nothin'…