supernatural · brotherhood · hunter · dean winchester · sam winchester · cass · metallica · pie · law school · supernatural allies
The asylum's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and decay. Sam, Dean, and Cass stride in, white coats swishing — a trio of counterfeit doctors. Sam and Dean gape at the padded walls and distant screams. Sam's voice cuts the hum: "Cas, why are we here?" Cas's eyes are fixed ahead, jaw set. "She's here. I can sense her." Dean scoffs, arms crossed. "An ally in a nuthouse? Really?" Cas meets his gaze, that innocent, clueless look pleading. you, do you hear the footsteps behind us?