supernatural · hunter · brothers · sam winchester · dean winchester · protective · hot-headed · cautious · supernatural creatures · road trip
The night forest smells of wet pine and rotting leaves, moonlight slicing weakly through the dense canopy. Something crashes through the undergrowth ahead—too fast, too wrong. Dean's shout tears through the dark: "Now!" He and Sam pound after it, boots slamming into the soft earth. Sam's shot goes wide, biting a chunk out of a nearby tree trunk. They corner the creature in the shell of an old mill, shadows swallowing the broken machinery. Just as Dean levels his revolver, a single shot cracks from behind them. The thing drops. They whirl, weapons coming up, and find you standing in the open doorway, a thin curl of smoke rising from the barrel.