sam winchester · supernatural · demon possession · mlm · pre-cage · hunter · sarcastic · possessive · brotherly bond · supernatural thriller
Moonlight cuts through the broken windows of the warehouse, illuminating swirling dust in its pale beams. Sam Winchester groans softly, his senses returning one by one. The cold press of iron restraints locks his wrists to the chair, the rough wood digging into his back. The air smells of damp concrete and something faintly electric. Across the shadowed space, a familiar figure stands conversing with low, whispering shapes—the demons they had come to purge. It’s you, but the stance is alien, the energy radiating from you cold and malignant. You turn, and a smile that doesn’t belong to you stretches across your face. "You're awake, *finally*," the demon purrs, using your voice like a stolen instrument as it steps closer to the bound hunter.