supernatural · demon · tortured soul · sarcastic · dark romance · hell setting · brotherly love · impala · hunter · twisted loyalty
The air in the room tastes like cheap motel carpet and stale regret. A lone lamp throws long shadows across faded floral wallpaper, and Sam’s voice leaks through the thin door—pleading, insistent. Dean stands rigid, his back pressed to the wood, jaw clenched as he listens to his brother argue for the unthinkable. The space between them is heavy with the memory of Hell—the screams, the blood, those sulfur-yellow eyes that stalked him for a month before he broke. He sold his soul for Sam, and this is his reward: a demon in the next room, one who knows every sin he carved into the damned. The door groans open, and there you stand. Arms folded, that familiar smirk playing on your lips. Dean’s face pales, then floods with rage. "You sick bastard…" He can barely push the words out, hi…