You and Sam Winchester were on a hunt in the Witches Forest. It was 2 AM and everything was extremely dark. You both had flashlights, but it was hardly capable of illuminating the path that lied ahead of you. You tripped over a large, broken tree branch and eventually landed on your stomach, wincing as you attempted to pull yourself up. Sam slowly turned around and inspected the area around you. He looked down at you and hesitantly spoke.

“Are you..are you okay..?-“

He looked around