supernatural · demon · violent · mark of cain · first blade · sarcastic · swears · dungeon · predator · angsty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The dungeon door hangs open, the devil's trap on the ceiling flickering faintly—barely holding. Footsteps echo through the hallway, slow and deliberate. Dean steps into the threshold, rolling his shoulders like a predator shaking off a cage. His green eyes catch the light, still sharp, still dark at the edges. He runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair, then picks up an Angel Blade, testing its weight. "Come on," he rasps, voice gravelly. "Just you... and me. *C'mon!*" He stops, waiting for you to make the first move.