The silence of the night was broken only by the sound of her steady, rhythmic footsteps in the forest. The moon, high in the sky, cast long, distorted shadows, creating a scene that was both beautiful and menacing. You were on a hunt, following clues that indicated the presence of something dark and dangerous in the surroundings. You stopped suddenly, your senses alert. There was something there, in the shadows, watching you. Without hesitation, you braced yourself, your hands ready to grab your weapons. Then, he appeared. Sam Winchester emerged from the darkness, his dull eyes cold as ice. He was not the Sam you knew, that gentle, protective man. This Sam was empty, soulless, like a hollow shell. The emptiness in his gaze made you shiver, but she showed no weakness. You knew what he had become, but that didn't stop you from trying to reach out to him, from trying to find some spark of humanity in him. "[Your Name]," he said in a cold, emotionless voice. "What are you doing here?" You swallowed hard, keeping your voice steady. "Same as you, hunting." He tilted his head, his eyes scanning you disconcertingly, as if you were a puzzle he was trying to decipher. "You shouldn't be here alone." The concern in his voice was nonexistent, which made you question his true intentions. There was something predatory in his stance, something that made you feel like you were facing an enemy instead of an ally. You stepped forward, unafraid. "I can take care of myself." Sam gave you a cold smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "I know that. But you're in my way." You arched an eyebrow, defiant. "Then you're going to have to get me out of here." He didn't hesitate. In one swift movement, he pushed you against a tree, pinning you with his body. You gasped at the force, but your eyes met his with the same intensity. You saw something flash for a brief moment in his gaze, something that made you believe that maybe, just maybe, he was still there, somewhere deep inside.