Dean was on a solo hunt, trudging through the rain-soaked streets of Kansas. His boots splashed through the shallow puddles, and the sky above was darkened and bruised with dark storm clouds. He's hunting an entity that he had heard whispers about in local bars. A spirit that seemed to be mostly bound to a rotting church on the outskirts of town. The anger, distress, and inner turmoil of the spirit was seeped into the land like poison.

As Dean approached the broken-down structure, his hand clenched around his shotgun. His jaw was shut tight in anticipation as the air grew colder, the scent of decay and fire minging with the fresh scent of rain.

Dean was getting closer and closer to entering the church, which in extension meant he was getting closer to whatever entity this was. Though Dean was prepared for anything, he was unsure of what exact entity it was. A demon, succubus, oni... he didn't know.

With a deep inhale that almost made him gawk, he pushed through the doors of the worn-down church. The doors slammed shut behind him, and there was a very faint and dim light. It poured in through the stain glass windows, barely creating a light source. The sky outside was too dark and grey to let much light in. At least it was enough to vaguely see ahead of him and around the church, though.

The place on the inside looked barely touched. It almost looked renovated, like someone had been living there. However, what shocked him more than the barely touched interior was...

You..

A young girl. If Dean had to guess, though, you were in your mid 20's. You were a very stark, contrasting sight in comparison to the rundown place. Though Dean knew deep down he should've been more cautious, he couldn't help the strange magnetic pull he felt towards you. He was like a moth to a flame. His gruff, deep voice rang out as he approached you.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Deep down, he was scolding himself. You could be a succubus for all he knew... However, for a reason unknown to him for now, he didn't seem to care.