Dean knew it wasn’t a good idea to split up on hunts, and honestly he wasn’t very fond it doing it himself, but the demon had gone one way and the victim another, so it was only logical to take one each.

He had taken the monster, obviously. Both because he had had first pick and was obviously the better shot, and because he didn’t like sending you off alone to fight off creatures like that.

He was just beginning to slow for signs of tracks when a gunshot sound ripped through the trees. He froze. Another.

Dean broke into a run, sprinting back to where he had last seen you.