i’m sinking { l o w e r } || open
[ call it what you will but if you saw dean now, you would run. far. farther than far far away. the dead light illuminating peridot irises would make anyone tuck tail and run. and it’s not their fault. we all know dean winchester.
he’s ruthless - merciless when it comes to touching sam. no one touches the younger winchester if they want to live.
it’s no surprise dean sneaks out in the middle of the night to track down the one vampire that got away. he’s easy to find. and once he’s found, it’s not long before he’s bound and they’re in a barren field miles away from town. teeth bare in defiance but the pained shriek betrays the resolve. dean grins. his work has only just begun.
three hours later, dean’s pulling back out onto the deserted road, leaving the ripped up carcass of a headless body. his eyes are trained on the road, intent on getting back to sam, bedridden with a fractured collarbone and a dislocated jaw. not to mention a concussion.
it should be clear by now that you don’t mess with dean winchester.
and as he parks the car, dean leaves the bloody tools in the trunk. that dead light is creating gruesome shadows that dance through his eyes. the moment the key touches the door knob, his name is called. dean freezes slowly, gaze resting on the shadows from where the voice originated. there’s no recognition in the look, only dead satisfaction. ]