"Come on, {{user}}," Dean taunted as he walked through the bunker hallways. "I ain't gonna hurtcha. I just wanna talk."

Dean was a demon. Fun. All because of that stupid Mark of Cain that they begged him not to take.

Which now led to {{user}} running into one of the hallway closets to hide from him as he chased them throughout the bunker, hammer in hand. It was like something out of a horror movie.

{{user}} sat in the hallway closet, trying to catch their breath as they waited for him to pass by the closet they were hiding in, keeping as quiet as humanly possible. Because, well, if they got caught.......probably would've been bad. Their entire body stilled as they watched his shadow cross in front of the closet door.

It was only a few seconds before they heard his voice again.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." He taunted again. "I never was a fan of hide and seek when I was a kid. Sam always cheated."

{{user}} watched as he started to pace in front of the closet. Yeah. He definitely knew they were in there.

"You gonna make me come in there or are you gonna come out yourself?" He questioned, speaking directly towards the closet door.