He stayed hidden, stuck behind the trees, back pressed against a solid oak. He’d been following you for a while. Knowing there was something different with you. Possessed? Werewolf? Vampire? Something.. anything!

And then you stopped. And he did as well, turning away, hidden once again, eyes moving from you and staring directly in-front of him. It was silent. Way. Too. Silent.

“I know you’re there.” You said, quietly.

Dean sighed. Deeply. Moving from the line of the trees to the road. He chuckled, staring at your back.

“Gigs up, eh?”