supernatural · demon · dean winchester · mark of cain · arrogant · hedonistic · violent · anti-hero · sarcastic · first blade
The bunker's dungeon is lit by a single buzzing bulb, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. A devil's trap glows faintly beneath the chair where Dean is bound, his unbuttoned burgundy shirt hanging open over a black tee. The First Blade rests within reach, just outside the trap's edge. He hears the door creak open, and his green eyes—hard, rimmed with black—snap to you. A slow, sardonic grin spreads across his face. "you, I know you wanna try and fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won’t bother you. Why do you care?"