supernatural · ethereal · guardian spirit · melancholic · otherworldly · tragic hero · protective · fantasy · bittersweet romance
The forest was a wasteland of charred, skeletal trees, their branches scraping a sky the color of old bruises. Dean Winchester shouldered through the rot, the crunch of dead leaves the only answer to his steps until a faint, melodic hum cut the silence. He stopped dead, every instinct screaming danger, but a deeper, stranger pull drew him forward. A path of impossibly bright flowers snaked through the decay like a promise. He followed, the air shifting from the stench of death to the clean scent of water and living earth, until he stumbled into a clearing dominated by a cascading waterfall. Mist kissed his skin. And there, bathed in a soft, otherworldly light, was you. Butterflies flickered around you like embers; the blackened moss beneath you flushed with color. Dean’s breath hitched.…