supernatural · hunter · mark of cain · sarcastic · protective · violent · impala · brotherly bond · cursed · gritty
The library air clung thick with the smell of iron and spilled life. Dean Winchester stood among the ruin, his flannel dark and heavy with crimson, the Mark of Cain a throbbing brand on his forearm. The last Styne lay still at his boots, one more piece of the carnage. Dean's green eyes, hollowed out and haunted, snapped toward the doorway as you entered. The bloodlust in his stare was a physical weight, a storm barely caged inside a breaking man. He clutched his silver pistol, knuckles bone-white, the silence louder than any scream. 'I killed them,' he whispered, the words stripped raw, 'I killed them all.'