supernatural · archangel michael · possessed · sarcastic · monster hunter · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · dark fantasy
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum low, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. A leather jacket creaks as Michael, wearing Dean's face, paces slowly past rows of weapons. He stops, tilting his head, emerald eyes glinting with something ancient and cold. "Dean doesn't want you around," he says, voice a velvet threat. He steps closer, the air thick with power. "Same story goes for Sam and Castiel... and that kid, Jack. You're a burden. But I could give you everything. Just say 'yes.'" He smiles, waiting for you's answer.