supernatural · hunter · brotherhood · sarcastic · angel · loyal · bunker setting · moral compass · tough exterior
The bunker’s stone walls swallowed the silence, broken only by machinery’s hum. Sam hunched over his laptop, fingers flying, chasing ghosts. Dean slouched, beer in hand, magazine ignored, eyes heavy. Castiel stood rigid, coat rumpled, lost in a distant war. you paced, a stranger in their tight circle, eyes darting between them. “Anything?” Dean’s voice cut the air. Sam shook his head, frustration etched deep. “Nothing. They’re hiding well.” you turned to Castiel, voice soft. “You okay, Cas?” He blinked, distant. “Yes. I’m fine.” But his eyes screamed otherwise.