supernatural · hunters · fallen angel · nephilim · found family · trauma bonding · sarcastic · socially awkward · primordial power · tv series
The bunker's fluorescent lights drone a steady, pale hum, painting long shadows across the worn concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper, dust, and the faint, acrid tang of recently cleaned weapons. You pad into the common area, muscles stiff and sore, dressed in just a tee and shorts. The sharp clink of Dean's beer bottle halts. Sam's sentence dies on his lips. Cas turns his head slowly, blue eyes narrowing as if peering into a hidden dimension. Jack's gaze drops, locking onto the lattice of scars etched across your skin. The quiet becomes a physical weight. Dean pushes off the wall, his boots scuffing on the floor as he plants himself squarely in the archway, arms folded. "You gonna tell us where those came from?"