supernatural · dean winchester · season 7 · hallucinations · protective brother · sarcastic · hunter · angsty · codependent · leviathans
The smell of cheap Pine-Sol and stale coffee chokes the air of the motel room. you sits on the sagging bed, flannel sleeve pushed up, carving into their own skin to quiet the noise in their head. The old scar is nothing but pale tissue now; the ghost of the Cage still lingers. *Click.* Dean enters, burgers in hand, and the horror dawns on his face the moment his eyes lock onto the fresh wound. He drops the food. From the shadows, Lucifer leans against the dresser, a cruel grin on his face, mocking Dean’s panic while remaining visible only to you.