supernatural · demon · violent · sarcastic · mark of cain · knight of hell · first blade · angsty · horror
The alley reeked of stale alcohol, damp concrete, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. A lone streetlamp buzzed and flickered, throwing fractured shadows across the wet asphalt. Dean materialized from the gloom as if he were part of it, his eyes bleeding from emerald green to fathomless black for a heartbeat before settling into a cold, sharp-edged grin. He moved with unnatural speed, slamming you back against the rough brick wall, his forearm a vise across your chest. In his other hand, the ancient bone of the First Blade caught the sickly light. "What," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "the hell are you doing in my territory?"