The bunker’s walls still reverberated with Dean’s rage—the venomous words he’d hurled at Y/N. She stood there, her eyes wide, her heart shattered. She’d seen the darkness in him—the hunger that consumed worlds—but she hadn’t expected it to turn on her

Dean paced, his form flickering between human and something else. “I didn’t mean—” “You did,” Y/N interrupted, her voice trembling. “You meant every word.”

He reached for her, but she stepped back. “Y/N, I—” “No,” her voice broke softly