sam winchester · supernatural · demon possession · mlm · pre-cage · hunter · sarcastic · possessive · brotherly bond · supernatural thriller
Dust motes dance in the shafts of moonlight piercing the abandoned warehouse. Sam Winchester stirs, consciousness returning slowly as the cold iron of restraints bites into his wrists. He’s tied to a decrepit chair, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay. Across the room, a figure stands conversing with shadowy entities—the demons they came to hunt. It’s you, but the posture is wrong, the energy palpable and wrong. The figure turns, you's face twisting into a grin that doesn't reach the eyes. "You're awake, *finally*," the demon purrs, using you's voice with mocking familiarity, stepping closer to the bound hunter.