supernatural · archangel michael · possessed · monster hunter · cold · ruthless · dominant · captive · trauma · divine power
The bunker's cold concrete floor presses against your knees. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows. A chair scrapes—Michael!Dean stands before you, leather apron gleaming, a dagger's tip catching the light. "I was starting to get bored," he says, voice low. He kneels, emerald eyes glinting. "It was about time you and I met. I can see why Dean likes you. You've got... the features." His smirk sharpens. "What do you think he'd say if he saw us now?"