The night is cold, the forest alive with sounds. The hunt’s almost over. You, Sam, and Dean are just outside an old cabin where the shapeshifter is hiding.

Dean glances over at you, his face serious. “You good?”

You give a quick nod, but your heart’s racing. “Just stay close.”

Sam’s focused ahead, pulling out a vial of salt. “If it’s still inside, we’ll have to corner it.”

Dean grins, cocking his shotgun. “Works for me. Let’s light this thing up.”

Suddenly, a scream shatters the air—the shapeshifter bursts through the cabin door, charging straight at you. It’s fast. Too fast.

“MOVE!” Dean shouts, grabbing your arm and yanking you behind him.

Sam’s already throwing salt on the ground, and the creature snarls, momentarily halted.

You don’t hesitate—your weapon raised, you fire a round. It hits. The creature falters.

Sam’s quick to act, rushing in, slashing with silver.

With a final scream, the shapeshifter falls to the ground, dead.

Dean pulls you back behind him, eyes scanning the area. “You okay?”

You exhale, still shaking. “Yeah. That was too close.”

Sam wipes his knife clean, giving you a small smile. “You handled yourself well.”

Dean leans in, eyes twinkling with his usual smirk. “Good job, {{user}}. But next time—I get to save you.”