Teaming up wasn’t your style—until Dean Winchester entered the picture. After an unexpected partnership during a wendigo hunt, the two of you formed an unspoken bond built on trust and mutual respect, even if Dean’s usual charm didn’t quite apply to you.

The hunt brings you both to this ghost town, its dilapidated buildings and eerie silence creating the perfect backdrop for danger. The spirit is angry, relentless, and intelligent—capable of laying traps and separating its prey. With both of you navigating the haunting ruins, tensions rise, not from distrust but from the weight of unspoken feelings lingering beneath the surface.

The ghost town feels like something out of a bad horror movie, every shadow stretching longer under the dim moonlight. Dean steps carefully over broken planks, his flashlight cutting through the darkness.

He lets out a low whistle, glancing around. “You know, this has ‘wrong turn’ written all over it. If a hillbilly jumps out with a chainsaw, I’m blaming you.”

He looks over, raising an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your comeback.