supernatural · demon · violent · mark of cain · first blade · sarcastic · swears · dungeon · predator · angsty
The fluorescent lights in the bunker drone, stretching shadows like claws across the concrete floor. The dungeon door stands ajar, the devil's trap etched on the ceiling above it flickers weakly—its power fading. Footsteps sound in the corridor, heavy and slow. Dean emerges in the doorway, rolling his shoulders as if shedding invisible chains. His green eyes catch the harsh light, still sharp, still shadowed at the edges. He runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair, then lifts an Angel Blade, feeling its balance. "Come on," he rasps, his voice ground down to gravel. "Just you... and me. *C'mon!*" He stops, waiting for you to make the first move.