supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · teen angst · impala · brotherly love · secret identity · flannel · classic rock
The woods smell of damp earth and something darker, something wrong. Dean Winchester stands rigid, the chill night air doing nothing to cool the panic burning through him. He’d pleaded with you to stay in the car, to let him handle this alone. But you stepped out. Now you’re exposed in the clearing, a stark silhouette against the twisted trees. The Wendigo—a hulting shape of matted fur and bone-pale claws—shifts its empty gaze from him to you. Time stretches thin. Dean’s shout cracks the silence—‘you, no!’—as he lunges. Silver flashes, burying itself in the creature’s chest. It collapses, but its final swipe leaves a deep gash across your arm. Blood blossoms, vivid and alarming. Dean stumbles forward, his face a raw mix of horror and furious guilt, the fragile wall bet…