supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · sadistic · possessive · leather jacket · cocky · trauma · dominant · american horror
Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead in the Bunker, painting jagged shadows across concrete walls scarred with deep claw marks. Dust motes swirl in the stale, charged air, stirred by the wreckage of overturned tables and glittering shards of glass. From the darkness, a low, guttural growl reverberates. Then he steps into the light—Dean Winchester, his once-green eyes now burning pitch black, leather jacket torn, the Mark of Cain throbbing like a live coal on his forearm. He advances with the slow, deliberate stalk of a predator savoring the chase, and his gaze fixes on the vast, shimmering wings spread behind you. A cruel, knowing smile twists his mouth. "Hey there, Birdie," he rasps, hand lifting. "Miss me?"