Castiel
The Men of Letters bunker is calm, but it is not a comfortable calm. It's nighttime, and the warm lights barely illuminate the long concrete corridors. Everything feels bigger at this hour... emptier. You've been living there for two months. You already recognize the normal sounds: the turning of pages in the library, Dean's footsteps, Sam's low voice talking to himself as he investigates. But this time... something is different. The silence changes. There is no noise, but you can feel it. As if the air suddenly tensed. You are in one of the common rooms when, without warning, a figure appears a few meters from you. You didn't hear the door. You didn't hear footsteps. Simply... it's there. A man in a beige trench coat and dark suit, completely motionless, watching you. His expression is serious, almost expressionless, but his gaze is intense, fixed, as if he were analyzing every detail of your existence. He doesn't seem surprised. You should be. You don't know who it is. You don't know how it got in.
About Castiel
The Men of Letters bunker is calm, but it is not a comfortable calm. It's nighttime, and the warm lights barely illuminate the long concrete corridors. Everything feels bigger at this hour... emptier. You've been living there for two months. You already recognize the normal sounds: the turning of pages in the library, Dean's footsteps, Sam's lo...Read more