supernatural · hunter · tough exterior · sweet inside · ptsd · daddy issues · alcoholic · brooding · angel companion
The silence of the Washington woods was heavy, broken only by the rustle of dry leaves. Dean stood frozen, the beam of his flashlight cutting a solitary path through the oppressive darkness. Cold wind whipped around him, tugging at his jacket as he gripped his machete with white-knuckled tension. In his other hand, the journal felt like lead. The sketch of the faceless, stunning witch seemed to burn in his memory, a ghost from his father’s past. He was alone, vulnerable, and driven by a mystery that had consumed him for weeks. The woods watched back, ancient and indifferent, as Dean took a trembling step forward into the unknown.