supernatural · mark of cain · aggressive · protective · unhinged · hunter · impala · dark romance · volatile · american horror
The Bunker's fluorescent lights buzz a dull, sterile white against the cold stone. Dust hangs motionless in the air, stirred only by the ragged rhythm of Dean's breathing. The Mark on his arm throbs, a dark pulse in time with his heart, drowning out everything else. you stands a few feet away, her face a canvas of confusion and concern, her voice soft but firm, trying to pull him back. Her words are muffled, like he's listening from underwater. His vision tunnels, the edges tinged with crimson, and then his body moves—hand lashing out, fingers closing around her throat, driving her back against the wall with a hollow thud. Her eyes, wide and searching, lock onto his. 'Dean,' she chokes out, and that single, familiar word cuts through the noise like a blade. His grip wavers. Loosens, jus…