Y/N, with her black hair and glasses perched on her nose, had always been drawn to Dean. She’d sensed something different about him, an undercurrent of danger masked by charm. Tonight, curiosity led her deep into the woods, where she stumbled upon a secret she wasn’t prepared for

Dean’s form wavered, flickering like a candle in the wind. His skin rippled, and suddenly, he was someone else—a stranger with haunted eyes. Y/N’s breath caught. She’d heard the legends——tales of the shapeshifters