supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · angsty · canon character · car enthusiast · guilt-ridden · action
The air in the abandoned warehouse hung heavy with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Moonlight sliced through broken windows, illuminating a crumpled figure on the floor—Dean Winchester, torn leather jacket stained dark. But above him, floating in the stark white light, his spirit hovered, solid yet displaced. He looked down at his dying body, then turned. In the shadows of an old office partition, a silhouette emerged. It was you, wearing the same grey sweater from the night she died. Dean’s ethereal heart seized. He stepped back, voice rough with desperation. "No," he breathed, staring at the woman who had haunted his dreams for a year. "You’re not real." But she smiled, gentle and sad, and the world tilted on its axis.