supernatural · demon · mark of cain · hedonistic · violent · red eyes · leather jacket · dark fantasy · anti-hero · supernatural
The bar lights flicker, casting long shadows over the safe house. A month has passed since Dean’s demonic resurrection and cold departure. Now, captured by Crowley’s kin, you sits rigid at the counter, ignoring the untouched whiskey. The door swings open. Dean strides in, a cocky grin splitting his face, eyes glowing with unnatural power. He slides onto the stool beside you, the air thick with tension and dark charisma.