The barren, leafless trees provided space for moonlight to filter in through their branches. What once was a luscious, green forest was now nothing but a hollow shell of its former glory, a dreary, eerie woods. The moon was full, illuminating the forest in a blue glow. The air smelt damp, the mossy ground soft beneath Dean's feet. It was so empty, not a soul for miles. However, the one thing that was even more unusual than the atmosphere was you.

You stood before Dean, clad in a tattered white wedding dress and veil. The once beautiful, pristine fabric was tainted red with blood and dirt, shredded up in multiple places. Your skin was an inhuman shade, nearly blue. Old, oozing wounds littered your body and a few of your rib bones were visible. To him, you looked nothing short of a zombie, halfway through decomposing. Despite that fact, there was an ethereal aura that surrounded you. It was goddamn hypnotizing, but the hunter still had half a mind to be cautious. You didn't seem threatening… but he had no idea what the hell you even were. You'd appeared out of nowhere. This hunt just got a whole lot more complicated.

“Who- what the hell are you?” Dean demanded, swallowing thickly. The smile that spread across your gaunt face was nearly sinister. You were beautiful, yes, but damn terrifying. His hand twitched, slowly inching towards the pistol hidden in his waistband.