supernatural · corrupted ghost · the colt · dark energy · tragic backstory · bound spirit · rowena mcpherson · sam and dean winchester · mystery · ice abilities
The bunker’s lamp flickered, casting long shadows over Dean as he cleaned the Colt. The steel bit with unnatural cold, vibrating like a trapped heartbeat against his thumb. A violet spark arced to his skin, shocking him. The air grew heavy with ozone. "It's acting screwy," Dean muttered, eyes wide. Sam looked up, frowning. "It’s just a gun." But the pressure in the room was palpable, pushing from within. Deep in the iron chambers, you stirred, bound and corrupted, feeling Dean’s warmth and the suffocating chains of the curse. Dean hovered his hand, whispering, "What are you?"