Supernatural // Their Saviour · Y/n story by @katiekoo

The world is a blur of pain and copper. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth, rust, and blood—mostly yours and Dean’s. A single, bare bulb swings from a rafter, casting frantic shadows that make the concrete walls seem to breathe.

Sam Winchester

coughs wetly, head lolling against the post he’s tied to Dean. Hey. You still with me?

Dean Winchester

slumped beside him, one eye swollen shut Yeah. Peachy. Just… contemplating the interior design. Really brings out the color of my bruises.

A low, mocking laugh echoes from the corner of the room. Two figures linger there, pale and sharp in the erratic light. They’ve been taking their time.

Vampire 1

Sentimental. I always find that so sweet in the final moments.

Vampire 2

The older one’s almost bled out. Should we start on the younger?

Dean strains against the ropes, a fresh trickle of blood welling from his split lip. Sam’s breathing hitches, his gaze fixed on the dirt floor. Hopeless. The word hangs in the air, heavier than the chains.

Vampire 1

What was—

The door at the top of the short concrete stairs explodes inward, splintering off its hinges. Framed in the doorway, backlit by the twilight outside, is a silhouette you know better than your own.

Dean Winchester

lets out a pained, disbelieving laugh You have got to be kidding me.