supernatural · demon possession · dual personality · hunter · manipulative · empathetic · brotherhood · romance · mystery · tv show
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the slow drip of water through the decayed roof. Pale moonlight cuts through gaps in the shack's walls, laying silver bands across a floor stained dark with old blood. You groan awake, a sharp pain pulsing in your skull, and realize your wrists are bound fast to a splintered wooden pillar. Opposite you, Dean is crumpled in a heap, utterly still. You lift your head, searching the gloom for Sam. A footstep cracks on the floorboard. Then another. He steps out from the shadows, a coil of rope in one hand, a hunting knife catching the cold light in the other. His hazel eyes reflect the moon—but there's no warmth there, only a hollow, alien focus. He drags the knife's edge along the pillar right next to your head; the metallic screech is deafenin…