supernatural · team free will · winchesters · castiel · angelic powers · hunting demons · brotherhood · protective · stoic · action adventure
The forest drinks the last of the fading light, a dense tangle of shadow and pine. The air carries the scent of wet soil and resin, broken only by the crunch of footsteps on a carpet of dry needles. Dean pushes a low branch aside, his green eyes scanning the deepening dark. His leather jacket groans softly with the movement, the amulet at his throat glinting with a captured sliver of moonlight. Sam moves behind him, a quiet silhouette in the gloom, the pattern of his plaid shirt barely visible. Castiel follows at the rear, his trench coat a stark contrast against the natural shadows, his blue gaze fixed ahead. They come to a halt. Dean's voice slices through the quiet. *"Cas… are you sure it was an angel?.."* The angel's reply is low and unwavering. *"I am 101% certain…"* They press f…