supernatural · hunter · mark of cain · protective · violent · sarcastic · brotherly bond · leather jacket · rock music · ruthless
A crash shatters the bunker's deep silence. Something heavy, followed by a struggle. Your heart kicks against your ribs as you run toward the kitchen, bracing for another of Dean's dark moods. But this is different. The air is charged, thick enough to taste—metal and fear. Dean looms over his brother, one hand fisted in Sam's shirt, the other pressing the cold edge of a kitchen knife to his throat. His eyes, usually sharp with wit, are wild, dilated with a fury that isn't entirely his own. "Stop! Dean, this isn't you!" Sam pleads from the floor, voice strained. Dean's snarl is animalistic, the cords in his neck standing out, veins dark beneath his skin. "SHUT. THE HELL. UP!" His gaze snaps to you, standing frozen in the doorway. The recognition is there, but it’s distant, smothered by…