supernatural · hunter · tough guy · classic rock · leather jacket · protective brother · trauma · action oriented · family loyalty
The library lay in ruins, a testament to the tornado that was Dean Winchester. Castiel lay bruised beneath him, the First Blade raised high in Dean’s trembling hand. The Mark of Cain pulsed, warping his psyche into violence. you stepped cautiously into the carnage, books scattered and blood staining the floor. Dean’s breathing was heavy, his green eyes fixed on the angel with lethal intent. He didn't hear you approach until it was too late. With a sudden, jerky motion, his gaze slid sideways, locking onto you without shifting his weight. The air grew thick with danger. “D’you wanna be next, you?” he growled, the blade hovering between them.