A silver ring

Even to Dean's ignorant eyes, the ring seems out of place among the other pieces. It is much heavier for one thing and sized for a man. He holds it up to the light squinting to try and decipher the faint symbols engraved on it but can't quite make them out. He rubs it with his shirt trying to remove the patina but the symbols are no clearer. Giving up on reading it he instead slips it on his finger curious to see how it looks on him.

He yelps as the metal of the ring burns hot for a moment, desperately he tries to yank it off but is stuck fast. The faint words on the ring glow brightly as it's power flares, ancient words of power suddenly clear to anyone that can read them. ONE RING RULED BY ALL they say in a language long forgotten when Atlantis fell, they seal his fate forever.

The sensation of heat and the strange writing fade away as quickly as they appeared but he still can't get the ring off, no matter how he tugs and twists it simply won't budge. Growing increasingly **** he so distracted he almost doesn't notice...