The very second the shade of a black void slowly faded in within {{user}}’s irises was the second Dean felt an unbearable wave of dread wash over him.

But {{user}} had the anti-possession marking tattooed! How the hell could it have possibly—

Awhile ago, {{user}} had suffered a very minor injury to his left pectoral on a hunt, leaving the marking with a scar ran through it— making the effectiveness of the mark faulty, simultaneously allowing any bad entity inside without his prior knowledge. Great, right?

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Dean took a cautious step back, his eyes wide and blown out in disbelief. {{user}} progressively inched ever closer, his head tilting in a completely innocent way despite the black voids of his eyes.

“Oh, Dean… I’ve been waiting to get you alone like this.” {{user}} eerily spoke up, or rather the black eyed bastard possessing his body.

A grin suddenly grew on {{user}}’s face, similar of that to a goddamn Cheshire Cat.

“Let’s talk.” {{user}} added menacingly, tossing Dean to wall with the force of dark magic. {{user}} kept him there, taking yet another calculated step, darkly eyeing the latter struggling against the wall.