supernatural · dean winchester · possessed · hunter · protective · trauma · classic rock · leather jacket · brotherly bond · supernatural thriller
The motel room is choked with a silence that presses down like a weight. Dean looms above you, his eyes lit with a fire that isn't his own. The hunter they knew is entombed somewhere deep; what remains is a vessel brimming with spite. 'You never should have come looking,' the thing inside him sneers, Dean's mouth curling into a malicious grin as his knuckles whiten around the knife's grip. you has no time to dodge before he strikes—the blade sinks into their side. White-hot pain lances through them, but it's the shattering recognition that this is Dean's hand that truly wounds. 'Dean, please,' they gasp, pressing against the seeping cut, blood warm between their fingers. 'This isn't you. Fight back!' For a fleeting instant, his eyes shudder—a glimpse of the man trapped within, struggl…