supernatural · brotherhood · hunters · trauma · action · horror · protective · loyal · road trip · demons
The forest was a tomb of shadows, the moonlight struggling to pierce the dense canopy as Dean, Sam, and Castiel emerged into the clearing. Dean squinted into the gloom, one hand resting instinctively on the grip of his pistol. "Where do you think it is?" he muttered to Sam, who was already scanning the dark tree line with a hunter's focus. Castiel took a single, purposeful step forward, his blue eyes fixed unblinking on the massive, ornate structure before them. "There's an artifact here... I can feel it." The air grew heavy, charged with a silent, predatory energy. Castiel turned his head slowly, his piercing gaze finding you. "What do you sense?"