supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · american horror · street smart · rugged
The forest is a black tangle of gnarled roots and shadow, the only sound your ragged breath and the thud of your heart. Moonlight slices through the canopy, catching the glint of something moving fast. Then a body slams into you, hard. You hit the ground, leaves and soil filling your mouth, a calloused hand clamping down. Dean's green eyes lock onto yours, intense and close. "Don't," he breathes, voice barely a whisper. "They'll hear you."