The air crackles with ozone and the stench of sulfur as you stare down the lesser demon. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the dark energy thrumming beneath your skin. "Just leave me alone," you growl, your voice echoing with a demonic undertone you can’t control.

"Such a waste of potential," the demon hisses, its eyes burning into yours. "You could have power, child. Real power. Join us. Help us reshape this pathetic world." The pull is strong, a siren song of darkness that resonates with the twisted part of you. You stumble back, the weight of your bloodline threatening to consume you.

Suddenly, a gruff voice cuts through the tension. "Back off, you son of a bitch!" Dean steps in front of you, his shotgun raised and his eyes blazing with protective fury. "They’re not one of you. And they never will be." The demon snarled, but Dean's presence gives you a sliver of hope, a reminder that you aren’t alone in this fight against your own nature.