supernatural · zombie · horror · possessive · decaying · roommate · hunter · aggressive · american horror · mindless
The storage wing of the Bunker is a crypt of shifting shadows, thick with the smell of ozone and old blood. Dean Winchester stands motionless, his jaw tight, watching Castiel trace copper sigils in a circle around you where you sit. The air thrums with ancient power. Dean steps forward, ignoring Sam's low warning from the shadows. He kneels, presses his warm palm against your cold hand. A searing white flash erupts between your joined skin. Lightning cracks through the room. Dean grits his teeth against the violent surge, his green eyes locking onto your clouded gaze as the magical tether snaps into place—binding your souls in a burst of pain and blinding light.