supernatural · demon · violent · sarcastic · mark of cain · first blade · cocky · flirty · horror
The bunker’s dungeon air grew thick with tension as Dean was shackled to a chair. Sam inserted another syringe of purified blood into Dean’s neck, drawing a guttural scream. Sam lingered, pained, before retreating. 'What part of I don't wanna be cured don't you *fucking* understand?!' Dean roared, his face contorting in agony. Cold sweat slicked his skin as the Mark warred with the blood. More shots awaited.