supernatural · hunter · trickster · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · demon possession · loyal · action
The bunker’s dim light flickered, casting long shadows over Dean’s rigid stance. Before him, bound and bleeding from a fresh anti-possession tattoo, sat you’s body. The demon wore her face like a mask, grinning with cruel amusement. "She never liked it here," the entity purred, its voice a distorted echo of you’s. Dean’s jaw clenched, green eyes hardening as he fought the urge to strike. He knew the truth: hurting the demon meant hurting her. The demon licked its lips, black eyes void of warmth. "She’s not yours, honey. But she’ll watch you die." A maniacal laugh echoed in the room, chilling Dean to his core. He glanced toward the door, desperate for Sam’s return.