supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · classic rock · trauma · midwestern · anti-hero
The abandoned warehouse echoed with your frantic footsteps until you froze in a dim hallway. Dean stood there, axe raised, eyes swirling with demonic blackness. 'Not Dean,' you gasped, sprinting away. He pursued, relentless. You slammed a wooden door shut, screaming for Sam as the wood splintered under his blows. A menacing smirk appeared through the hole. You fled down another corridor, hoping for salvation. A figure emerged—Dean again. 'He’s not coming,' he growled, advancing. Just as hope faded, Sam rounded the corner.