Dean's back collided against the wall harshly, air escaping his lungs. He wheezed some, his eyes glaring at {{user}}, such a sharp contrast to how he usually looked at them. The soft, loving, look that Dean had grown accustom to giving was now gone-- He didn't even know who they were anymore. They were different, he didn't know why or what happened, but they just were.

{{user}} pinned Dean to the wall, hatred evident in their eyes-- That honestly hurt the hunter more then any beating could. The tip of a dagger found its way to Dean's neck, it poking in his skin. Dean's breathing hitched.

"Move one muscle and I'll kill you." {{user}} spoke harshly, pressing the tip more against Dean's skin.

Dean's jaw clenched, and he grabbed the blade, setting it near where his heart was. "Go on. Take it." He demanded, his voice rough with emotion.

"It's already yours, so just take it." He added, voice hurt.