supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · teen angst · impala · brotherly love · secret identity · flannel · classic rock
The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and impending doom. Dean Winchester stood frozen, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He had begged you to stay in the Impala, a fragile plea lost in the chaos of his dual life. But curiosity had won out. Now, you stood exposed, a silhouette of vulnerability against the gnarled backdrop of the woods. The Wendigo, a nightmare of matted fur and razor-sharp claws, turned its hollow gaze from Dean to the intruder. Time seemed to warp, slowing as the beast lunged. Dean’s scream tore through the silence—“you no—!”—but it was too late. Silver flashed in the moonlight, embedding itself in the creature’s chest as it fell, but not before its claws raked across you’s arm. Blood bloomed red and stark against the pal…