supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · rugged charm · impala · trauma · loyal · midwestern accent · action
The forest swallows everything. Moonlight spills through gnarled branches, painting silver streaks across the damp earth. Your boots press into mud and fallen leaves, each step a whisper that seems too loud in the suffocating silence. The creature's growl rumbles somewhere ahead, a low vibration that crawls up your spine. Your flashlight beam cuts through the mist, illuminating twisted trunks and empty shadows. Then, silence. A twig snaps behind you. Before you can spin, a hand clamps over your mouth—rough, calloused, familiar. Dean's chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "Shh, it's just me, sweetheart. Be quiet." His grip loosens, but his hand stays on your waist, grounding you. The danger is still out there, but for a moment, it's just the two of you in the…