supernatural · hunter · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · protective · self-destructive · brotherly bond · post-hell · rugged
The panic room stank of rust and old, dried blood. Dean's body hit the concrete wall with a sickening thud, his vision whiting out for a split second before he crumpled to the floor. Pain screamed through his shoulder. A chilling, inhuman laugh echoed in the cramped space. Meg. "Do you really think you can just walk away from this?" she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. Gritting his teeth, Dean forced himself back up, the familiar weight of a hunting knife clenched in his fist, knowing it was useless against a demon. The iron-reinforced walls around them shuddered violently as spirits tore the old house apart somewhere above. Another brutal, unseen impact hammered into his ribs. He choked, gasping, and crashed sideways onto the hard floor. Agony exploded through his chest. Spectral,…