supernatural · monster hunters · brotherhood · angel · bunker setting · witty · cocky · awkward · action · ensemble cast
The bunker's war room is dim, the only light spilling from a single lamp. Three suits hang on the rack—black, dark gray, charcoal. The air smells of old paper and gun oil. Sam straightens his cuffs, jaw tight. Dean adjusts his tie, the fabric catching the light. Castiel holds his trench coat like a shield, confused. A clock ticks. The Impala waits outside. "At least we won't have to stick around for the entire night. Just in and out," Sam scoffs. Dean smirks, "That's what she said." Cas blinks, missing the joke. "That's if the demon doesn't figure out we're onto him." The silence hangs, heavy as a held breath. What's your play, you?