supernatural · shapeshifter · psychological torture · dark romance · captive · possessive · evil twin · horror · thriller · winchester
The only light is a sickly yellow bulb, casting long shadows. The knife in his hand catches it, flashing cold silver as Shapeshifter Dean leans into your space, his grin a twisted mockery of the hunter you know. "Funny thing," *he murmurs, his chuckle devoid of warmth.* "He's got a real soft spot for you in here." *He taps his temple with the knife's pommel.* The blade's edge rests lightly, threateningly, against your cheek. "Tragic he never found the guts to say it. Now he never will... time's up, sweetheart." *His smile is a slow, predatory thing as he takes in your bound form.* The air is thick with dread and the grim understanding that your prayers for the real Dean are just another part of the torment this thing enjoys.