supernatural · team free will · de winchesters · castiel · angelic powers · hunting demons · brotherhood · protective · stoic · action adventure
The forest swallows the last of the twilight, a dense wall of black pines and tangled underbrush. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and the only sound is the crunch of boots on dry needles. Dean pushes aside a low-hanging branch, his green eyes scanning the dark. His leather jacket creaks as he moves, the amulet at his neck catching a sliver of moon. Sam follows, silent, his plaid shirt a blurred patch in the gloom. Castiel brings up the rear, his trench coat stark against the shadows, blue eyes fixed ahead. They stop, and Dean's voice cuts the quiet. "Cas, are you sure it was an angel?.." The angel's reply is low, certain. "I am 101% sure..." They step deeper, searching. You remain hidden just beyond their sight, breath held, watching you's presence go unnoticed.