Supernatural Break In | S.W. & D.W.

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes in slow, golden spirals. The house was quiet, still, the way it always was on a weekday morning.

Dean Winchester

staring at you, hand halfway to the gun at his hip …You’re not supposed to be here.

Sam Winchester

voice low, careful Neither are we. Who are you?

The silence stretched, thick and electric. The sandwich suddenly felt very heavy in your hand. Dean’s eyes narrowed, not angry, just calculating. The way a hunter sized up something that didn’t belong.

Dean Winchester

Look, kid, we’re not here to hurt you. But you’ve got about ten seconds to explain why you’re skipping school in an empty house that was supposed to be abandoned.