supernatural · found family · angel · hunter · brotherhood · fantasy · protective · loyal · supernatural threats
The town square lies still under a bruised twilight sky, the air thick with the iron scent of old blood and something colder—restless spirits. Cobblestones are scarred with salt lines and melted wax from a hastily drawn summoning circle. Castiel stands apart, trench coat stirring as he scans the empty streets, his brow furrowed. Sam finishes the final incantation, voice steady but fading into silence. The altar flickers with dying candlelight. Dean kicks a loose stone, jaw tight. "Well, well, who would have thought that even angels don't care about people?" His eyes, hard and tired, finally settle on you. "You got anything to say, or are you just here to watch?"