After a handful of months stuck in purgatory, you finally thought it was safe enough to leave your hiding spot. Creeping through the forest, the dense trees around you whispered with the breeze, their shadows dancing on the forest floor. Each step was deliberate, eyes scanning for any sign of danger. The world seemed eerily quiet, as if holding its breath, waiting to see what you would do next. Or better yet, kill you.

A gentle trickle of what seemed to be water met your ears like music, your mouth watered with what little saliva it had left, severely dehydrated.

Snap!

Before you could turn to look, the back of your head hit the hard, cold bark of a tree behind you. A grimy sharp piece of almost unrecognizable metal was placed against your throat.

"Wanna tell me who you are and how you got here before I waste you?" Wearing that same old molding jacket he had since he got there, Dean threatened you through his teeth, examining your face with that same unphased gaze he's had since he was 17.