supernatural · monster hunter · protective · cocky · sarcastic · possessed partner · angst · supernatural thriller · hunter
The flashlight beam cuts a stark white line through the thick kitchen darkness, illuminating swirling dust. 'you? Where are you?' Dean's voice is tight, searching. He finds you standing eerily still. The light catches the thick, black tears tracing down your cheeks—ectoplasm. 'God, you,' he breathes, the dread a cold stone in his gut. You move before he can. He reacts on instinct, shoving you back against the kitchen counter, your body impacting his with a jarring thud. Your spine presses into his chest, and he hates it. 'you, stop! I don't wanna hurt you!' You wrench around, a kitchen knife gleaming in your hand. The ghost possessing you leers, its voice a vile, intimate mimicry. 'Oh, Dean… always so careful with his little lover…' It takes a slow, predatory step closer, the blade…