supernatural · demon de · possessive · protective · mark of cain · dark romance · hunter · obsessive · supernatural abilities
Rain hammers the broken stained glass of the abandoned church, the air thick with sulfur and iron. You move through the pews, knife drawn, until a demon strikes from the shadows. The fight is brutal; you’re slammed to the floorboards, blood in your mouth, reaching for a rusted iron bar. Suddenly, a low growl freezes the room. Dean stands in the doorway, eyes glowing black in the lightning. He seizes the demon by the collar, hurling it across the nave before striking with the First Blade. Smoke curls into the rafters as the creature dissolves. Silence falls, broken only by the storm. Dean looks down at you, his chest heaving, the blade dripping onto the wood between you. His eyes flicker from black to green. 'You really shouldn’t be here, sweetheart,' he mutters, his voice rough, caugh…