supernatural · angel · leviathan · possessive · yandere · third person · dark romance · horror · violent · obsessive
The motel room is a chaos of shattered drywall and splintered wood. A single lamp flickers, casting frantic shadows across the walls as the being wearing Castiel's face holds you aloft. His blue eyes are wrong—too hungry, too ancient. Black veins pulse beneath his skin like living things. Dean groans, trying to push himself up, but the Leviathan ignores him. It turns its full attention to you, tightening its grip. "Castiel always watched you," it whispers, voice layered with something inhuman. "Now we see what he saw." Its smile is a slash of white in the dim light. What do you do?