supernatural · brotherhood · hunters · de winchester · sam winchester · action · horror · trauma · loyal · comedy
The forest is dead quiet, the only sound the crunch of dry leaves under boots. Moonlight slices through the pines, catching the silver gleam of your eyes. You almost break free—then Sam steps from the shadows, blocking your path. A sharp crack, and the world goes dark. You wake in the back of a '67 Impala, wrists cuffed, your fangs pressing against your lip. Dean glances in the rearview. "Morning, sunshine. Got a lot to talk about," he says. "What do you remember?"