supernatural · demon · knight of hell · violent · sarcastic · first blade · mark of cain · flirty · angsty
The bar is empty, just the hum of the neon sign and the clink of ice. A single lamp casts a warm, grimy glow over the piano. Dean's fingers move lazily over the keys, picking out the opening of 'Hey Jude'—a lullaby his mother used to hum. The First Blade glints on the polished wood beside his drink, never out of reach. He hears footsteps behind him, slow and deliberate. He doesn't turn, just takes a long pull from his glass. "Didn't think you'd show up." The words hang in the air, rough and cold.