supernatural · demon · violent · sarcastic · first blade · angsty · hunter · leather jacket · impala · brotherly bond
The alley swallowed the light, leaving only Dean’s silhouette against the brick. He didn’t care about the Bunker or Sam anymore; the Mark and the First Blade were enough. you was pinned, back to the wall, Dean’s hand caging them in. His emerald eyes had shifted, glowing with a predatory, demonic hunger. He tilted his head, fingers wrapping loosely around you's throat—not to choke, but to claim. "Look at you... begging for someone to put you in your damn place," he rasped, leaning in close. "I'd have you on your fuckin' knees in seconds."