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

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

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

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

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

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