The Prison Of The Mark’s influence, a supernatural fanfic

This is a quick little story, I changed my writing style because I was to experiment!! I hope yous enjoy this!

DISCLAIMER- I don't own Supernatural or its Characters, what I do own is my phone that I wrote this on and the Plot

This is my version of what happened after S10 E8, Sam and Cas decided that its best to keep Dean in the Bunker, but in Dean's mind its his prison.

The massacre had left an indelible mark on the Winchester brothers, but none more so than Dean. With the Mark of Cain's influence growing stronger, Sam and Cas agreed that it was best to keep Dean on lockdown. No more hunts, no more danger. The bunker would be their sanctuary, and Dean's prison.

As the days passed, Dean felt the Mark's insidious whispers grow louder. The dark urge to kill clawed at his mind, gnawing at his sanity. He turned to alcohol, drinking himself into oblivion each night, hoping to drown the voices. But the reprieve was temporary, and the side effects were merciless.

Terrible nightmares haunted Dean's sleep, vivid and horrifying. He dreamt of the massacre, the faces of the victims twisted in agony, their screams echoing in his mind. The nightmares were so intense that he chose not to sleep, fearing what awaited him in the darkness.

His body began to betray him. His right hand trembled uncontrollably, the shakes so violent that even the sturdiest of tables would rattle under his grip. He tried to hide it from Sam and Cas, but the toll it took on him was impossible to conceal. He coughed up blood, a grim reminder of the Mark's hold on him.

Sam and Cas watched Dean with growing concern. They noticed the way he avoided sleep, the way his hand shook when he thought no one was looking. They saw the empty bottles piling up, the violent outbursts that punctuated their days. They wanted to help, but Dean's walls were impenetrable, his pain a burden he refused to share.

One night, after another sleepless night, Dean stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection. His eyes were bloodshot, his face gaunt and hollow. He could see the Mark of Cain on his arm, its dark power pulsing beneath his skin. He clenched his fist, willing the tremors to stop, but they only grew worse.

"Get a grip, Dean," he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and shaky. "You can't let this thing win."

Week 2

Despite their best efforts, Sam and Cas couldn't keep Dean in the bunker forever. The supplies were running low, and they needed to restock. Sam decided to bring Dean on a supply run, hoping that a change of scenery might help. They drove to a nearby town, the tension between them palpable.

At the grocery store, Dean's patience wore thin. The cashier, a young man with a nervous smile, fumbled with their items, taking longer than necessary. Dean's temper flared, and he snapped.

"Can you hurry it up?" Dean growled, his hand twitching towards the gun tucked into his waistband.

The cashier paled, his hands shaking as he tried to scan the items faster. Dean's anger boiled over, and he reached for his gun, the urge to kill overwhelming him. Sam acted quickly, grabbing Dean's arm and pulling him back.

"Dean, stop! " Sam shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

Dean's eyes flickered with rage, but he let Sam pull him out of the store and into the car. They drove back to the bunker in tense silence, the weight of what had almost happened hanging over them.

Back at the bunker, Sam found Cas and told him what had happened. They both agreed that keeping Dean on lockdown for another week was the best course of action. They couldn't risk another close call.

Over the next week, the days were marked by endless research on the Mark of Cain. Sam and Cas poured over books and old texts, searching for anything that could help. Dean, unable to escape the Mark's influence, continued to drink himself into a stupor, the tremors in his hand growing worse.

The nightmares persisted, and Dean's refusal to sleep took its toll. He became a shadow of himself, the darkness within him threatening to consume him entirely. But Sam and Cas refused to give up. They were determined to find a way to save Dean, even if it meant facing the darkness head-on.

I hope yous enjoyed this and my new writing style I have been practising. Anyways thats it!! If yous want check out my other stories (they probably suck)