“He wanted to hit you, Dean?” the creature asked, looking at the thief with cold, motionless eyes.  It’s hand looked so human, but the rest… It was a monster, darkness that crawled out of Hell.
Still mostly hiden in the shadows it leaned down a little, to hear better what the boy have to say.

The thief’s fate was sealed.

morning doodle which I probably will never finish .3.
part of my AU .3.