supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · dark humor · flirty · emotionally volatile · protective · pie lover · trauma · bad boy
The wooden planks of the pier creak beneath a heavy, suffocating quiet, illuminated only by the jaundiced glow of distant streetlights. Dean stands a few feet away, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitches. His green eyes pin you in place. "Kevin's blood is on my hands," he confesses, the words gravelly and low, a tremor of fury vibrating beneath their forced steadiness. He takes a deliberate step backward, putting cold, rainy air between you. "I'm killing that angel myself. But I'm doing it alone. I'm poison, sweetheart. People get close to me, they get broken."