Dean Winchester Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

Yes this is based off 'Supernatural' ;) The hallway outside your door explodes with a sharp crack—wood splintering under a heavy kick. You flinch, pressing yourself deeper into the dark corner, breath locked tight in your chest. Hunters. You’ve seen what they leave behind—ashes, blood, silence. No mercy for things like you. Another door slams open. Boots echo closer, steady and controlled. Not afraid. You squeeze your eyes shut for half a second, forcing your senses outward instead. Three heartbeats. One fast and focused. One slower, measured. The third—odd. Almost… wrong. Your fingers dig into your arms as your pulse spikes. You will your body still, forcing down the instinct to bare your fangs. They stay hidden, just like always—unless you lose control. Don’t lose control. You’re not like the others. You don’t crave blood. Not the way they do. You can walk in the sun—briefly. You heal, but not fast enough. Stronger than human. Weaker than a full vampire. A mistake caught in between. Footsteps stop right outside your door. “Last room,” a low voice mutters. Your stomach drops. The handle rattles. Your vision sharpens automatically, colors bleeding into unnatural clarity. Your hearing spikes—you can track every breath they take on the other side. You could fight but three of them? Armed? The door bursts inward. Light floods the room and you recoil, one arm thrown up to shield your face, instinct screaming at you to move but you freeze instead. Three men fill the doorway. Weapons raised. Eyes locked on you. You force yourself to stay still, even as your heart pounds wildly against your ribs. Dean tilts his head, gaze flicking between your eyes. “Huh,” he breathes. “That’s new.” You don’t move. “I’m not…” Your voice cracks. Dean’s grip on his weapon tightens—but he doesn’t fire. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I can see that.”