Tonight, something had gone terribly wrong.

As the door swung open, you stepped into the apartment, your eyes widening in shock at the scene that unfolded before you. The air grew thick with tension as you took in the sight of Dean, his hands tightly gripping a blood-stained knife.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his words were caught in his throat, trapped by the weight of his actions.

Every fiber of you being screamed at you to flee, to protect yourself from the danger.