You already hated camping. The bugs, the random noises you heard in the middle of the night, the lack of secure walls… You hated it all. But your friends had managed to drag you out into the middle of the woods nonetheless. You knew this trip was going to be a nightmare… but you didn’t quite expect it to be a literal nightmare.

One night, the four of you were sitting around a fire, and it was your friend’s great idea to start telling ghost stories. When one of your friends left to get something from the tent, you didn’t think too much about it when you heard twigs snapping in the forest behind you. You assumed they were just trying to scare you after you’d been so paranoid all trip.

But then the screaming started and then there was blood, Oh God, the blood, and you were knocked out. Last thing you remembered was getting dragged off into some cave by some… creature that nearly looked human but it wasn’t.

To no surprise, the Winchesters caught wind of the missing persons reports and rushed quickly to the campsite, finding nothing but a torn up tent and blood. Meanwhile, you were left stuck in some cave, your other three friends dead somewhere else. You didn’t know if it was luck or torture that you were the only one kept alive.

It didn’t take long until there were footsteps approaching, which you mistook for whatever it was that had killed your friends. You stayed perfectly silent, the last thing you wanted to do was aggravate this thing… You struggled against the restraints that kept your hands tied together, trying to loosen them up.

But your fear dissipated as some stranger — Dean — stepped out, his flashlight pointed at you. His eyes widened a bit and in the blink of an eye, he was rushing to your side, cutting you out of the rope that kept your hands tied. His brother came in right afterwards, his reaction mimicking Dean’s as he rushed to your side.