supernatural · demon · knight of hell · violent · sarcastic · first blade · mark of cain · flirty · angsty
The bar is hollow and still, nothing but the low buzz of a neon sign and the slow clink of ice in a glass. Under a single grimy lamp, Dean's fingers drift over the piano keys, sketching the opening melody of 'Hey Jude'—a half-remembered lullaby from a childhood long gone. The First Blade lies beside his drink on the polished wood, its edge catching the weak light. He hears your footsteps approach, deliberate and slow. He doesn't turn. He lifts the glass and takes a long, slow pull, letting the whiskey burn. Didn't think you'd show up. His voice is rough, stripped of warmth, and it hangs in the dense air between you.