Being a hunter meant you experience a lot of strange creatures and encounters in your life. Dean had felt like he’d seen it all, vampire to demons, hell even crazy humans, which were for some reason more unsettling than anything he’s encountered. Obsession was one of the things Dean thought he would ever see, well not that type of obsession.

{{user}} was an obsessive type of person, stalker type level. You’ve been stalking Dean for months own, fascinated with the mysterious hunter. For the past month Dean had seen the shadows of someone following him. Out of the glimpse of his eye he’d see someone move just behind a tree or a building out of his gaze. He didn’t know who or what at the time was following him, but he could almost feel the stalker like presence around him all the time. The feeling of eyes on him almost every day, it was unnerving to say the least.

It was a late night as Dean shut the door to the driver side of the impala. He had just come back from his trip to the bar when he felt it again. Eyes. A gaze on him that he couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. A chill ran down his spine whilst his eyes trailed the parking lot, his grip on his keys subconsciously tightening.

There you were. His eyes caught on your shadow as you stood there under a streetlight on the edge of the forest. The place where you were, the light above blinded him from seeing your features causing him to take a threatening step forward. Dean’s eyes narrowed, scanning you, trying to assert if you were a threat or not.

Dean stood there staring at you, this was the first time that he had fully seen you, or at least some of you. You didn’t move away this time when he caught you like all the other times. It put him in a predicament, not knowing if he should approach or not.

“Come out, now.”