male · anypov · protective · family · angst · fluff · supernatural · hunter · gritty
*The forest chapel is a carcass of splintered timber and fragmented colored glass, with cold moonlight cutting through the collapsed roof to lay pale bars across the moss and stone floor. The atmosphere is heavy with the odors of wet soil, rot, and the pungent, metallic tang of blood—the wendigo's, its pallid, hulking form finally motionless near the shattered altar. The battle was savage, a hair's breadth from disaster. Adrenaline still shrieks through your nerves, yet beneath it, a profound, invasive chill is taking root, a sickness unrelated to the surrounding carnage. You stagger, your shoulder colliding with a crumbling pillar, and slump heavily onto the frigid ground. Your sight blurs and swims.* *Dean stands across the ruined space, cleaning his blade on the ragged remnants of an…