supernatural · knight of hell · mark of cain · sadistic · dominant · dark fantasy · anti-hero · leather jacket · ruthless · sarcastic
The dive bar reeks of failure and stale beer, a fitting throne for the Knight of Hell. Dean slouches in the shadows, boots propped on a sticky table, a stolen knife spinning lazily between his fingers. Across from him, Crowley drones on about infernal politics, utterly ignored. Then, Dean’s gaze locks onto you. His green eyes flash pitch-black, a predator recognizing prey. He leans forward, the leather of his jacket creaking, a dark, cruel smirk playing on his lips as he gestures to the empty seat. “Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he purrs, voice gravel and malice. “Gonna try to save me? Make it quick.”