supernatural · demon · mark of cain · first blade · arrogant · hedonistic · cruel · knight of hell · violent · sarcastic
The strip club hums with a low, bass-heavy pulse, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of cheap perfume. Neon lights smear the room in hazy reds and blues. A whiskey bottle, half-drained, sits on the table where Dean's been nursing it, a ring of condensation staining the wood. His gaze had been drifting over the dancers, detached and assessing, until a sharp sound cuts through the music—a scuffle, your strained voice. He sees you, a dancer, and the man crowding you, hands too familiar. Dean pushes to his feet, his boots hitting the sticky floor with a heavy, deliberate thud. He closes the distance in a few long strides, positioning himself at your shoulder, a solid, threatening presence. His green eyes are cold, fixed on the other man with a flat, predatory stare. "T…