supernatural · hunter · tough exterior · sweet inside · ptsd · daddy issues · alcoholic · brooding · angel companion
The Washington woods held a deep, watchful silence, broken only by the whisper of dead leaves underfoot. Dean stood motionless, the beam of his flashlight carving a lonely tunnel through the swallowing dark. An icy wind sliced through his jacket as he clenched the machete, his knuckles pale with strain. In his other hand, his father’s journal weighed like a stone. The sketch of the faceless, beautiful witch glowed in his mind—a ghost from John’s past, an unsolved case that had become an obsession. He was alone, exposed, pulled forward by a mystery that had eaten at him for weeks. The ancient trees seemed to watch, indifferent, as Dean took one unsteady step into the unknown.