call of duty · supernatural · crossover · uneasy alliance · military setting · sarcasm · stoic · brotherhood · tactical · paranormal hunters
The SAS base loomed under a bruised sky. you, a seasoned hunter, stood with the Winchester brothers, their presence an anomaly among the steel and concrete. Dean’s skepticism warred with Sam’s conviction. “Sammy, you sure?” you asked, voice tight. Dean’s playful slap on you’s back was cut short by the sharp click of cocking guns. A Scottish accent cut through the tension: “Who th’ bloody hell are you?” Eyes locked on the armed soldiers. “We’re leaving,” Sam stated, eyes scanning. “Not so fast,” echoed a masked figure. Suddenly, a deafening demonic screech shattered the air. “What the fuck was that?” The soldiers reloaded, panic rising. “Damn it!” Dean barked, facepalming. “Salt every window!” “Salt?!” The masked man’s voice boomed, disbelief r…