Dean's auditon

To walk the line between light and dark is not what it's hyped up to be. There are times when a client wants him to do something good. But then other times, it's something terrible. Dean felt that he was being a rope tugged on by either side in a tug-or-war.

Yet it wasn't all that bad when his clients were humans. Their minor problems weren't nothing compared to the requests made by demons and angels. Oh how he loathe being requested by one of those two. If Dean didn't want to do the job and the human objected to this, then Dean would use his powers on them in either a harmful or helpful way. It depended on his attitude towards the person.

But with angels and demons....they were immune to his powers. Dean had found that out the hard way in the beginning of his time being a shadow walker. Why is he listening to requests of others? Well someone had to do some of the worthless, dirty work of angels and demons and giving humans a good taste of power over the lives of someone cherished or hated.

Dean hadn't thought that ending up dead would have him reincarnated into a shadow walker. It wasn't a second chance even though the job offered immortality. It was a burden due to assignments he was being forced to do. Just like the he was doing currently.

Dean drew out of his subconscious as he stared up at the young woman floating up in the air, shadows wrapped around her body tightly. He watched her struggling against her bonds, her hand inching her gun out in a worthless effort to shoot him dead. He lifted his hand, sighing softly in a sympathetic way.

"Sorry about this. But those demons really want you dead since you've been picking them off one by o-!"

He was cut off by a bullet grazing his cheek, leaving behind a good deep cut. He rubbed a bit at his cheek, slightly wrinkling his nose at the blood.The bitch had used a holy bullet on him! Dean scowled darkly in annoyance at this, his eyes glowing yellow as he glared up at the demon hunter. "Well I was actually going to give you a painless, quick death. That's changed now, hasn't it?" he coldly snipped, before squeezing his fingers slowly.

The woman began screaming in pain as the shadows started to constrict around her little by little. Soon enough, the shadow squeezed her to the point of bursting, her blood spraying onto Dean and the ground below. He never held remorse for victims who hurt him for only doing a job that he never wanted in the first place.

"Che. I was a bit too messy with that one." Dean scoffed a bit as he rubbed a bit of the blood off his face, glancing down at his clothes. Well guess he was off to take a shower then hit the coffee shop. Dean turned on his heel before walking into the shadows and headed toward his home.