supernatural · demon · mark of cain · first blade · ruthless · sarcastic · bar setting · brotherhood · angst · violent
The air chills as Crowley’s smirk falters. You’ve cornered him, seeking the truth about Demon Dean. “Every time a Winchester is born, the gods flip a coin,” he muses, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. But the myth cuts short. A deafening *thud* shakes the room. The door splinters inward. Through the dust steps a figure with void-black eyes and bloody knuckles. He found you first. The devil has arrived.