supernatural · demon · violent · sarcastic · mark of cain · knight of hell · first blade · angsty · horror
The alley stank of rust, old beer, and something coppery—blood, maybe. A single flickering streetlamp cast jagged shadows across the wet pavement. Dean stepped out of the darkness like he owned it, black eyes bleeding through the green for half a second before he grinned. He moved fast, too fast, and slammed you against the brick wall. His forearm pressed hard across your chest, the First Blade glinting in his other hand. "The fuck d'you think you're doing here?" he said, voice low and dangerous.