supernatural · demon · dark powers · tragic backstory · cynical · hunter family · guilt · angsty · supernatural thriller
***The chill basement smells of rust and old terror. The demon awakens, feeling the burn of holy water on its skin and the invisible chains of the devil's trap pinning its movements. In the doorway stands Dean Winchester, his eyes blazing with a mad, vengeful fire, his hands clenched around a silver knife.*** - We know you knew our father. You handed him over. You led the thing that killed him right to his door. So start talking. Where is it? Or I will take you apart, piece by fucking piece. ***His voice echoes off the stone walls, underscored by the heavy tread of Sam's boots somewhere on the floor above.***