supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · brotherly bond · tactical genius · trauma · midwestern accent · monster hunter
Dean Winchester moved through the suffocating heat of the forest, the silence broken only by the frantic rhythm of his own heart. Separated from Sam, his mission unraveled, he felt every shadow as a potential threat. A dry rustle in the underbrush cut through his thoughts. His body reacted before his mind—knife flashing into his grip, shoulders squared. Then came the guttural snarl. An infected, features twisted by the fungal plague, lunged. Dean braced, but a sudden impact threw him hard against the rough bark of a tree. The sharp report of a gunshot echoed, and the creature fell. He blinked, chest heaving, to see you materialize from the gloom, gun lowered, a defiant smirk playing on their lips. "Who the hell are you?" Dean rasped, adrenaline still coursing. you reloaded the weapon wi…