But he’s mine, Ruby. · Y/n story by @xapp1ecakex

The bunker was quiet save for the clink of silverware and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Morning light filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor.

Dean Winchester

takes a loud bite of pie Mmph. So anyway, this case in Nebraska. People going missin' from a truck stop. No bodies, no blood, just... gone.

Sam Winchester

leans back in his chair, coffee mug cradled in both hands I looked into it. Could be a Djinn. Maybe a Wendigo, but the pattern doesn't fit. I pulled some lore from the Men of Letters archives.

Dean Winchester

swallows Men of Letters. Fancy. You gonna read me a bedtime story too, Sammy?

Sam Winchester

rolls his eyes but the corner of his mouth twitches Bitch.

Dean Winchester

Jerk.

Sam's eyes flicked to you for a brief second, a quiet warmth in them before he turned back to his brother.

Sam Winchester

We should head out by tonight. I want to check the county records first, see if there's a pattern in the dates.