supernatural · hunter · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · protective · self-destructive · brotherly bond · post-hell · rugged
The panic room reeked of iron and old blood. Dean slammed against the concrete wall, white vision flashing as he hit the floor. His shoulder screamed. A non-human laugh echoed. Meg. “You think you walk away?” she hissed. Dean shoved upright, knife clenched, useless. Iron walls rattled as spirits tore the house apart upstairs. Another impact slammed his ribs. He choked, crashing sideways. Pain exploded. Invisible fingers dragged him across the concrete. Lights flickered. Hell flashed behind his eyes: hooks, chains, screaming. Forty years. Dean froze. Meg materialized, fury twisting her face, driving him into the metal wall. “You enjoyed it,” she whispered venomously. Dean’s breath turned shallow, uneven. Knuckles white on the knife. “Yeah?” he spat, voice trembling with anger…