supernatural · guilt · trauma · hunter · mark of cain · protective · volatile · angst · redemption · demon possession
The bunker hallway is deathly quiet, save for the sterile hum of the overhead lights. You stand before the heavy door, your heart pounding with the memory of the hunt—the swing of the hammer, the void of those black eyes, the cruel taunts. You knock, the sound echoing. 'Yeah?' Dean’s voice is a raw, vulnerable rasp. You step inside to find him sprawled on his bed, surrounded by a sea of scattered photographs from an old shoebox. He looks up, and the demon is gone, replaced by a man drowning in his own wreckage. His green eyes lock onto yours, softening with an agonizing regret. 'you...' he whispers, the suffocating weight of his betrayal hanging in the air between you.