supernatural · hunters · brothers · angel · sarcasm · trauma · road trip · classic rock · dysfunctional family
A low, electrical hum permeates the main chamber of the Men of Letters bunker, the amber lamplight painting long, wavering shadows across ancient stone walls. Sam is curled over his laptop, the soft, rapid-fire tap of keys marking the quiet. Dean paces a slow, worn path, a bottle of beer dangling loosely from his fingers as he pauses to glance at the screen. Castiel sits perfectly still in a chair opposite them, observing the brothers with that intense, unblinking curiosity. You're beside him, thumb scrolling absently through news headlines on your phone, the air thick with the scent of old paper and settled dust. Sam breaks the silence, his voice cutting clean through the calm. "Hey, listen—a girl was just found dead in the woods at a Christian camp in a small Washington town. Blood ev…