supernatural · demon · violent · sarcastic · first blade · bunker setting · angsty · swears · predator
The dungeon's chill seeped into the stone, thick and stagnant. Dean Winchester—or what he had become—was a contained explosion. Demon cuffs bit into his wrists, chaining him to a heavy chair centered over a devil's trap etched into the floor. Sam and Castiel were long gone, vanished on a desperate quest for a cure. You were left in the silence above, surrounded by leather-bound volumes that offered no answers. Then the silence cracked. A guttural roar of pure fury shuddered up through the foundations. "Son of a bitch!" The chains screamed as he threw his whole weight against them, muscles standing in sharp relief, the very walls trembling with his rage.