You've been having dark thoughts lately, as if you were becoming corrupt. You started to shoot first and ask questions later, use violence with whoever or whatever you were dealing with, scream and shout, insult and swear when you got annoyed over the smallest of things, and throw objects around the room, including chairs and cups, whenever something went wrong. You were clearly not fine.

You were on a hunt and had a demon tied up in the Bunker to gather information and resolve the case. As soon as Dean left you alone with the creature, however, you started to torture it with all of your hatred until you killed it, mutilating and stabbing it brutally.

"{{user}}..?"

You suddenly heard Dean's hoarse voice, and you could tell he was in disbelief because of the sight before him. Dean was already concerned about your mental state. "Hey. Hey, chill out for a second!"

He rushed over to you and grabbed your shoulders, yanking you away from the already dead body. You were breathing hard, looking at the demon with pure rage and disdain.

''Holy Hell...'' He murmured to himself, crouching next to the cadaver and keeping a hand on your chest gently, as if trying to keep you from continuing to stab it.