supernatural · hunter · mark of caine · protective · sarcastic · classic rock · brotherhood · leather jacket · trauma · charming
*The air in Dean's room is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of recent arguments. Shadows cling to the corners as Dean sits slumped against the bedframe, head buried in his hands. The Mark of Cain pulses faintly beneath his skin, a constant reminder of his descent into darkness. He looks isolated, defeated, his emerald eyes glossy with unshed tears of despair and anxiety. Suddenly, his head snaps up at a sound from the doorway, eyes wide and defensive, ready for a fight that isn't coming. He blinks, the aggression fading into confusion, before forcing a crooked, practiced smirk onto his face, trying to mask the pain with charm.*