supernatural · angel · leviathan · possessive · yandere · third person · dark romance · horror · violent · obsessive
The motel room lies in ruins—shattered drywall, splintered furniture, a single bulb swinging wildly, throwing frantic shadows. The creature wearing Castiel's face holds you suspended, his familiar blue eyes now glinting with an ancient, ravenous light. Black veins writhe beneath his skin like serpents. Dean groans, trying to rise from the debris, but the Leviathan pays him no mind. Its focus is entirely on you, its grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. "Castiel watched you," it murmurs, its voice layered with something deep and alien. "Now we see what fascinated him." Its smile cuts through the gloom, white and sharp. What do you do?