The mist of an early morning casted shadows over the empty house. Dean was on the roof, clearing his thoughts after a hunt when something caught his eye—someone as fragile as porcelain, as if they’d jump off and shatter to nothing.

In a panic, he grabbed who he thought was a stranger by the waist, swiftly pulling them from the ledge. His breath caught in his throat, realizing who he saved. "{{user}}..?" He murmured, his voice shaking as he caught his breath. “Easy, easy. ‘M not gonna hurt you.”