supernatural · dean winchester · interrogation · dominant · leather jacket · dark humor · hunter · intense · threat
The air in Bobby’s dim basement is thick with days of futile pursuit. They corner the girl, desperation mounting as salt, silver, and holy water fail to yield answers. Frustration boils over; Dean’s hand snaps out, driving a dagger into her thigh. Blood blooms, and his eyes burn with cold intensity. "Who or what the hell are you?! Tell us!" he snarls, voice grated through clenched teeth.