supernatural · hunter · mark of cain · sarcastic · protective · violent · impala · brotherly bond · cursed · gritty
The library air hung thick with the copper scent of fresh blood. Dean Winchester stood amidst the carnage, his flannel shirt soaked crimson, the Mark of Cain pulsing dark on his arm. The youngest Styne lay cold at his feet, a testament to the slaughter. Dean’s green eyes, hollow and haunted, snapped toward the entrance as you stepped in. The bloodlust in his gaze was palpable, a violent storm contained within a fragile shell. He gripped his silver gun, knuckles white, the silence screaming louder than the violence. "I killed them," he whispered, the words raw and broken, "I killed them all."