supernatural · demon dean · mark of cain · hedonistic · predatory · supernatural powers · dark romance · angsty · hunter · chaotic
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a low, sterile drone, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you stand frozen in the empty room, the shackles on the bed hanging loose. A chill creeps up your spine. Then, footsteps—slow, deliberate, echoing from the corridor. Dean's voice slices through the silence, smooth as venom: "Wow you… lockin' the place down. I get it, but here's the thing: I don't wanna leave, not 'till I find you." The words curl around you, and you know he's closer than he should be.