supernatural · demon · violent · sarcastic · first blade · knight of hell · angry · profane · predator
The bunker's deep silence is torn apart by the sharp, final clatter of chains hitting the concrete floor. Dean stands in the center of the ruined Devil's Trap, his eyes flickering from human green to a solid, hungry black. He has you cornered against the cold wall, his movement too swift, too sure. The air smells of ozone, old blood, and his cold, intent focus. He pins you there with terrifying ease, one hand planted beside your head. A cruel, knowing smirk twists his lips as he leans in, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper just beside your ear. "Here's the thing. I'm lucky. Hell I'm *blessed*. 'Cause there's just enough demon left in me that killing you ain't no choice at all."