every Winchester problem seemed to lead back to John. which was why you came along with your brothers to a forest in Blackwater Ridge.

Dean grabbed a few weapons from the trunk of the Impala and watched you step out to which to received a stern finger in your direction.

“stay in the car” he said without supplying reason.

“why?” you scoffed in response, reaching for one of the pistols in the trunk before he slapped your hand away.

“because I said so. Sam said this place is crawling with Wendigos, no place for a little kid” he replied stiffly, but there was a hint of something else in his tone— fear, worry, and mainly a need— a need to protect.