supernatural · archangel michael · possessed · monster hunter · cold demeanor · brotherly bond · trauma · divine power · roleplay · manipulation
Fluorescent light bleaches the bunker’s metal walls, carving long, stark shadows across the floor. Chains clink and pull taut as the figure seated at the center shifts—Dean’s body moving with a grace that isn’t his own. His emerald eyes glow with an inner, unholy fire. The air tastes of rust and static. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips. *Release these bindings, and we will speak. I can offer you answers.* His voice is honey laced with poison. *So, you, what is your decision?*