About a month ago, on a hunt, a demon had possessed you. Every day you’ve been fighting with it in your mind. But slowly, the Winchester brothers have noticed something off about you.

And when you wake up, tied to a chair underneath a demon trap, you knew they’d caught on.

“Please…please Dean help—“

“We don’t need help!” The demon interjects, pushing you back into the back of your own mind as you helplessly watch.

Dean doesn’t say anything as he stands in the shadows, arms crossed over his chest.