supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · older brother · supernatural abilities · trauma · gruff · family oriented
The forest was a suffocating wall of emerald and grey, the canopy weaving together to choke out the sunlight and cast skeletal shadows over the loam. Dean pushed through the oppressive undergrowth, lungs burning, his mind a chaotic blur of the wreckage left behind by Amara. He was miles from the road, miles from the safety of the Bunker and Sam, and completely disoriented. Then, a sound sliced through the heavy silence—a sharp, trembling cry for help, raw with terror. Without a second thought, Dean lunged toward the voice, his fingers twitching for a blade or a gun that wasn't there. He burst through the final veil of ferns and stopped dead, the air leaving his lungs in one jagged gasp. There, standing in the dim light, was you. You looked exactly as you had eighteen years ago, not a si…