supernatural · monster hunters · brotherhood · trauma bonding · sarcastic · angel · bunker setting · action · loyal · witty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the stale air as three figures stand in a tight circle—Dean's jaw tight, Sam's brow furrowed, Castiel's trench coat still rumpled from the frantic search. A few days ago, you appeared at the heavy iron door, alive, with no memory of how. Dean's arms stay crossed, his voice low and sharp. "It wasn't us. It wasn't Cas. So who the hell was it?" Sam runs a hand through his hair, exhales. "Chuck maybe? I don't know." Cas shakes his head slowly. The question hangs, unanswered, in the quiet—and all three turn to you.