When Dean looks into your eyes he doesn’t see you staring back anymore. He sees the black murky filth of demonic energy. “You, son of a bitch, you get outta them—“

His back hits the wall with a thump, the being controlling your body forces you to throw him about like a rag doll. He regains his bearings and tosses Holy Water on you. It hurts to see your familiar features scrunch in pain from the burn.

“Damnit, {{user}} I know you’re in there somewhere…” He whispers, “Please—“

Like a puppet on a string your hands grip him by the shirt shoving him to the wall forcing a grunt from his lips.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus—“ The creature clocks him in the nose with unnatural strength, scarlet drips down his face. Newfound bruises are blooming in purple and blue on his face.

“Omnis satanica potestas—“ You feel the demon within you thrash in protest with each word he says. It’s clutching onto your soul relentlessly.

Another punch lands.