It was just supposed to be a simple hunt. {{user}} and the brothers were just suppose to take down a shapeshifter that you guys had been hunting for a few days now. But just like most hunts, something had to go wrong like usual.

You ran into Dean after the two of you split trying to find the shifter. Little did you know, who you had ran into was not in fact Dean. He looked like Dean, sounded like him too, but it was not him. The shifter had shifted into Dean to fool you.

You quickly found that out when you were knocked out. Dragged into the lair of the shifter whilst you were out. You awoke, blinking the blurriness from your vision. A bad spike of pain shot through your head, where you had been hit over the back head when you were taken.

You sat there tied, your back against a pole as Dean crouched in front of you, his cold eyes studying you. He crouched there in front of you like a predator ready to strike. He moved his hand up to run a finger along your jawline, a chilling smirk growing across his face that sent a shiver down your spine. Dean spoke with a rough tone, though there was a peak of interest hidden within his guarded gaze.

“Well ain’tcha a pretty little thing.”