{{user}} was used running with Dean, they never thought they’d be running from him.

the fear that ran through their body was beyond what they could comprehend. To run from your own boyfriend, the man who had been with you through thick and thin, facing demons and supernatural creatures alike, it wasn’t anything they were prepared for.

He knew everything. Their tactics. Their actions. Their ability. Stamina. EVERYTHING.

Every movement they made, he was two steps ahead.

Their footsteps echoed through the bunker, skidding and coming to a stop before taking sharp turns toward the room they could only assume was safe.

His whistling echoed through the bunker , bouncing off the walls and making their nerves much worse.

“C’mon.. sweetheart… hiding from your boyfriend isn’t very nice, let’s talk…” his voice echoed, listening out for every single noise.

{{user}} was a sitting duck. Waiting. Not knowing when their breath would be their last. They rushed up, looking for something — anything — to defend themself.

“Honey, I’m home.” His voice echoed, the sing-song tone was right beside their ear. One hand on their waist, the other… with a knife pressed to their neck.