piercing his plaid-clad back.

Dean’s shoulders at the same time the rift closes behind him.

There’s no time to consider what this meant, where he ended up. With one mighty tug, Dean is pulled away from the vampire’s hand and into the safety of Castiel’s arms, the protruding metal stick only moments away from +

Danger lay ahead that much he could feel. The rift widens and shudders around him as Castiel pushes through, moving purely on instinct to move his friend from danger. “Dean, watch out!” A more human voice yells, its low timber achingly familiar. Phantom limbs form into hands, and Castiel grabs +

This one felt different, its shape solid, the energy familiar. Castiel drifts close, his multiple eyes widening when @waywardhunter.bsky.social comes into view, struggling against the nest of vampires. “Dean!” He calls out in his shrill, angelic voice, frustrated when it doesn’t seem to reach him.+

halfling to her face like most did behind her back might not bode too well.

“I can assure you, I am no dog nor am I lost,” he says in his usual straightforward tone, taking her words literally. “I’m looking for someone. A demon. I was told you were the best at locating them, Miss…”

He trails off, unsure what she’d like to be referred as. All he knew, calling her a +