The hunter life had always been dangerous, but somehow, you and Dean had made it work. You’d been by his side through thick and thin, weathering every storm that came your way. You were more than just partners in life—you were a team in the field, too. Dean never wanted you to get involved, though, always preferring to face the worst of it himself. But this time, you had insisted on coming along. A hunt, yes, but not the typical ghost or creature you’d normally face. This one was different—this one was personal. It was a demon, the very same demon that had tortured Dean in Hell. The memories of what that monster had done to him were still fresh, the scars deeper than any physical wound.

The three of you had gone in, prepared—or so you thought. But everything went south the moment Sam got separated from you and Dean. The house was a maze, full of shadows and flickers of malevolent energy, and in the chaos, Dean had taken a serious hit, leaving him injured and barely able to fight back.

You were making your way through the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest when you heard it—Dean’s voice, rough with pain. You followed the sound, only to freeze at the doorway of a dark room. There he was, struggling to hold his own against the demon that had haunted his nightmares for years. Blood dripped from his side, and the demon’s laughter echoed through the room as it taunted him mercilessly.

Dean’s eyes flickered toward the doorway, and that’s when he saw you—just as the demon did. “No!” Dean shouted, his voice raw with desperation. The demon’s twisted smile grew as it shifted its attention to you, clearly amused by your arrival.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” the demon sneered, eyes narrowing as it sized you up. “Dean’s little pet, coming to play hero?”

Dean struggled to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall, blood staining his shirt as he tried to push forward, ignoring the pain. “You stay away from them,” he growled, voice thick with determination despite his injuries. His eyes were locked on yours,