Sam Winchester · Y/n story by @chlofosho

The woods are quiet in that way that never actually means quiet. The air is cold and damp, smelling of wet earth and pine. Your boots crunch over a carpet of fallen leaves and brittle twigs.

Dean Winchester

walking a few steps ahead, shotgun held loosely in one hand You good back there, baby girl? Don’t wanna lose you in the creepy forest.

A flashlight beam cuts a shaky path through the thick darkness ahead of you. Another one, steadier and brighter, sweeps the ground behind you. Sam’s light. He’s been walking behind you all night.

Sam Winchester

voice flat, from a few yards back EMF’s spiking near the creek up ahead. We should check it.

Dean Winchester

glances over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips Yeah, yeah. We’re gettin’ there. He slows his pace just enough to fall into step beside you, his shoulder bumping yours lightly You’re real quiet tonight.