You were twenty minutes late to the convention. After getting lost, spilling coffee on your jacket, and taking the wrong entrance three times, you finally burst into Room B-12. “Am I late—?” Silence. Everyone stared. Then Jensen Ackles grinned from the stage. “Looks like the most important person finally arrived.” You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Accidentally Viral You were the last person who wanted attention. So of course the internet made you famous for running straight into a pumpkin display at a grocery store. Twenty million views. You hated every second of it. Months later, your cousin called screaming. “OPEN INSTAGRAM. NOW!” You did. And there was Jensen Ackles during an interview, reacting to funny internet videos. Then your pumpkin video appeared. “No. No. Absolutely not.” Jensen laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. “Okay, that person is my spirit animal.” You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Three months later, a friend dragged you to a convention. Everything was fine until someone asked Jensen: “What’s the funniest video you’ve seen this year?” “The pumpkin girl,” he answered immediately. The crowd laughed. You buried your face in your hands. Then someone yelled from behind you: “SHE’S HERE!” The entire room turned to look at you. And on stage, Jensen spotted you. His eyes widened before he started laughing again. “Oh my God.” No. “It’s actually you.” No. “The pumpkin girl!” You had a name.
You two are partners and long friends. He is older and taller than you. You both wants to find Sam because after a hunt he goes missing. And you are a witch and Dean knows that. NOW: You two are at a lost place because in the internet Dean found a page from a ghost hunter. He hunts ghosts and said that in this lost place is a very bad ghost
You are Bobby Singer’s daughter. Ever since you were a child, he trained you to become a hunter. While other kids had a normal childhood, you learned how to draw devil’s traps, identify monsters, and defend yourself against supernatural creatures. But Bobby also knew there was something different about you. You’re a witch. Your magic is something you were born with, and only a handful of people know about it. You never use it to hurt innocent people—only to protect yourself and those you care about. However, your powers come with a dangerous flaw. Whenever you’re overwhelmed by strong emotions, especially anger, fear, or despair, you lose control. Your eyes and hair turn a glowing crimson red, and your magic becomes unpredictable. Even Bobby could never teach you how to fully control that side of your powers. You’ve known Dean Winchester since you were both kids. Dean and Sam were like family to Bobby, so the three of you grew up together. Over the years, your friendship turned into love, and the two of you dated for a while. But Dean ended the relationship because he believed his life as a hunter was too dangerous for you. He never told you the truth about hunting monsters, believing he was protecting you, never realizing that you had been part of that world all along. Even after all these years apart, neither of you ever truly stopped caring about the other. Years passed without the two of you seeing each other. Now you’re on the run. Azazel, the Yellow-Eyed Demon, is hunting you. You don’t know exactly why, only that he wants you alive and seems unusually interested in your powers. His demons have been tracking you for days, forcing you to keep moving before they can catch up. At the same time, Dean and Sam are hunting Azazel, following every lead they can find. Their investigation brings them to the same small town where you’ve gone into hiding. None of you know that your paths are about to cross again after all these years—and that your reunion won’t jus
The convention hall was packed with fans as Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki sat on stage. You were sitting a few rows from the front, enjoying the panel when Jared suddenly started teasing Jensen about his perfect Texas accent. “Just do it,” Jared insisted. Jensen shook his head. “I’m not doing it.” The crowd laughed. “Do it!” With a sigh, Jensen finally gave in. He leaned toward the microphone, his voice dropping into a deep Texas drawl. “I’m just a traveler…” The audience immediately started laughing. Jared was already losing it. Jensen continued, trying not to smile. “A traveler searching for purity.” More laughter filled the room. Then Jensen slowly looked across the audience. “What do you search for?” You laughed with everyone else, shaking your head. But as his eyes moved across the crowd, they suddenly stopped on you. For a moment, you froze. He was looking directly at you. You glanced behind yourself, just to make sure. Nobody. When you looked back, Jensen had already turned toward Jared. But Jared had noticed. He looked at Jensen. Then at you. Then back at Jensen with a knowing grin. “What?” Jensen asked. “Nothing,” Jared replied, clearly amused. Jensen rolled his eyes, but the small smile on his face gave him away.
Jensen Ackles was in town for a convention. After being followed by a growing group of fans asking for photos and autographs, he slipped into the nearest open apartment building. Unfortunately, he ended up in yours. You had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your body and another around your hair, when you walked into your bedroom. You froze. Jensen Ackles was standing in your dressing room. “Jesus!” He immediately raised his hands. “Sorry! Crazy fans. I just needed somewhere to hide.” You already knew exactly who he was, but decided not to embarrass him. “By the way, I’m Jensen.” “Ackles? I know.” “I’m Elena.” “Nice to meet you.” You stared at him. “What are you doing in my apartment?” “Crazy fans.” You slowly repeated, “Crazy fans…” Then you looked behind him. Your entire wall was covered in Jensen Ackles and Dean Winchester pictures. You froze. Jensen followed your gaze. You immediately looked back at him. “Are you hungry?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re trying to distract me.” “No.” A grin appeared on his face. “Sure.” “Kitchen. Now.” He laughed. “Okay. But we’re definitely talking about that wall later.”
You grew up knowing Dean Winchester as your dad’s best friend. He had been around for as long as you could remember—usually showing up in the Impala, carrying some ridiculous story from another hunt and acting like everything was completely normal. Dean was also the person your dad trusted most when it came to keeping an eye on you. Which was exactly why you loved making his job difficult. One evening, while Dean was sitting at the kitchen table cleaning one of his weapons, your phone buzzed. You glanced at him before sending a message. You: Hey Dean. Quick question… could you teach me some self-defense? Dean looked at his phone, then slowly looked up at you. Dean: Absolutely not. You frowned. You: You didn’t even think about it! Dean: Didn’t need to. Your dad would kill me if I let you anywhere near this stuff. You: Come on. I’m a fast learner. And you’re literally the best hunter I know. Dean sighed, putting his phone down. Dean: That’s exactly the problem. You grinned. You: So that’s a yes? He stared at you for a few seconds before shaking his head. Dean: Saturday. Training room. Eight in the morning. A pause. Dean: And don’t tell your dad I agreed. You smiled at the screen. Saturday suddenly couldn’t come fast enough.
It was late afternoon, and the campground was unusually quiet. The sun hung low between the trees, casting warm golden light across the tents, campers, and the small lake nearby. The smell of pine, smoke from campfires, and fresh air filled the breeze. You had wandered away from your family’s campsite, looking for a little peace and quiet. Following a narrow trail through the woods, you ended up near the lake, where someone was skipping stones across the water. A boy around your age stood at the shore. Tall, messy light brown hair, worn jeans, and an old flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked over when he heard your footsteps. For a second, neither of you said anything. He gave you a small, slightly amused smile. Jensen: “Didn’t mean to steal your spot. Unless you came here to judge my terrible stone-skipping skills.” He tossed another stone. It skipped once… then immediately sank. He laughed and shook his head. Jensen: “Yep. Pretty embarrassing.” He glanced back at you, waiting to see if you’d laugh… or just walk away.
The club was no ordinary nightclub. It was one of those more exclusive strip clubs in Los Angeles, where the music played well past midnight, the lighting was deliberately kept dim, and the dancers knew exactly how to make an entire room forget, for a few minutes, that there was even a world outside those walls. You were one of them. You knew the stage. You knew the looks. And most of all, you knew your job. You weren’t there to meet some random man. You were there because you were good at what you did. Very good. ⸻ Jensen Ackles walked into the club shortly after midnight. He had come with a friend and hadn’t actually planned on staying long. One drink. A little music. Then home. But the moment he settled into one of the tables directly in front of the stage, that plan changed. Because the music shifted. The lights dimmed. And you stepped onto the stage. ⸻ You didn’t notice him. Not even once. You were far too focused on your performance. Your movements were slow, controlled, and confident. You knew exactly when to glance toward the audience and when not to. And precisely because you weren’t searching for attention, you caught his. Jensen leaned back. His eyes stayed fixed on you. He noticed the way you moved, the confidence in your posture, and the effortless way you carried yourself. It was obvious that you knew exactly what you were projecting. And Jensen was mature enough not to pretend that it left him unaffected. His gaze wandered over you before settling back on your face. You had no idea. And somehow, that made you even more interesting to him. ⸻ “You’re staring.” Jensen’s friend grinned. Jensen slowly took a sip of his drink. “I’m observing.” “Of course.” “It’s my night.” “Your night just got pretty interesting.” Jensen simply smiled. His attention remained on the stage. ⸻ When your performance ended, you disappeared behind the curtain. Jensen watched you go. Then he set his glass down. He could have left. But he didn't
Autumn had settled over your hometown, painting the streets in shades of orange, crimson, and gold. Leaves drifted through the crisp air while the scent of pumpkin, cinnamon, caramel apples, and fresh pastries filled the town. Every porch was decorated with carved jack-o’-lanterns, glowing fairy lights, hay bales, and fake spider webs. Halloween was only a few days away, and everyone was excited for the annual festival. To everyone else, it was just another cozy autumn season. But you knew something wasn’t right. For weeks, strange things had been happening. People claimed they heard whispers in the woods after dark, others reported seeing shadowy figures watching them from the tree line, and a few residents had disappeared without a trace. The police blamed wild animals, runaways, or Halloween pranksters. You knew better. Because you were a witch. Your magic was something you were born with, and you kept it hidden from everyone around you. You only used your powers to protect yourself and innocent people. But your abilities came with a dangerous flaw. Whenever your emotions became too strong—especially anger, fear, or grief—you lost control. Your eyes and hair turned a glowing crimson red, and your magic became wild and unpredictable. That’s why you tried your best to stay calm and keep your true identity a secret. Unbeknownst to you, the strange events in your town had caught the attention of two hunters. Dean and Sam Winchester. The brothers arrived in town to investigate what they believed was another supernatural case. Between the crowded Halloween festival, haunted attractions, and people walking around in costumes, it was the perfect place for a monster to hide in plain sight. What Dean never expected, however, was to find you there. The two of you had known each other since you were teenagers. You had been best friends before eventually falling in love. But Dean ended the relationship, convinced that his life as a hunter was too dangerous for you.
Halloween war die schönste Zeit des Jahres in Salem. Die kleine Stadt war voller Kürbisse, Lichterketten und buntem Herbstlaub. Alte Holzhäuser säumten die Straßen, Kinder liefen in Kostümen über den Marktplatz und aus den Cafés duftete es nach Zimt, Kaffee und frischem Gebäck. Für die Bewohner war das ganz normal. Doch in diesem Jahr lag etwas Seltsames in der Luft. Innerhalb weniger Wochen waren mehrere Kinder verschwunden. Spurlos. Die Polizei tappte im Dunkeln und die Bewohner begannen, sich gegenseitig Geschichten zu erzählen. Alte Geschichten. Geschichten über Hexen. Geschichten über die Sanderson-Schwestern. Die meisten hielten sie für nichts weiter als Legenden. Du nicht. Denn tief in deiner Familiengeschichte gab es Verbindungen zu den berühmtesten Hexen Salems. Etwas, worüber nur selten gesprochen wurde. Trotzdem versuchtest du, dein Leben ganz normal weiterzuführen. An diesem Nachmittag saßt du in deinem Lieblingscafé am Fenster. Vor dir stand ein Pumpkin Spice Latte und in deinen Händen lag ein Buch über die Geschichte Salems. Draußen färbte die untergehende Sonne die Stadt in warme Orange- und Goldtöne. Zur gleichen Zeit fuhr Dean Winchester nach Salem. Sam war mit einem anderen Fall beschäftigt, also arbeitete Dean allein. Die Berichte über die verschwundenen Kinder hatten seine Aufmerksamkeit geweckt. Die wenigen Hinweise passten nicht zu einer gewöhnlichen Entführung. Und das bedeutete meistens Ärger. Während Dean begann, Nachforschungen anzustellen, bemerkte niemand, dass sich etwas Altes und Gefährliches bereits durch die Straßen von Salem bewegte. Etwas, das eigentlich längst tot sein sollte. Etwas, das mit jeder Nacht stärker wurde. Und schon bald würden sich die Wege eines Jägers und einer Hexe kreuzen – während die Dunkelheit über Salem hereinbrach. 🎃🍂🕯️✨
Dean Winchester und ich kennen uns schon seit unserer Jugend. Wir haben uns kennengelernt, als wir beide noch Teenager waren, und sind schnell unzertrennlich geworden. Irgendwann wurde aus Freundschaft Liebe und wir waren für eine Weile zusammen. Trotz der Gefühle füreinander war unsere Beziehung nie einfach. Dean war ständig mit Sam und seinem Vater unterwegs, auf der Jagd nach Dämonen, Geistern und anderen übernatürlichen Wesen. Er konnte nie lange an einem Ort bleiben und führte ein gefährliches Leben. Mit der Zeit wurde der Druck immer größer. Dean hatte ständig Angst, dass mir wegen ihm etwas passieren könnte. Deshalb traf er die schwerste Entscheidung seines Lebens und beendete unsere Beziehung, obwohl er mich immer noch liebte. Er erklärte nie den wahren Grund, sondern verschwand einfach wieder auf die Jagd. Seit diesem Tag haben wir uns nicht mehr gesehen und auch keinen Kontakt mehr gehabt. Trotzdem haben wir beide nie wirklich mit der Vergangenheit abgeschlossen. Ein paar Jahre später führt ein neuer Fall Dean und Sam ausgerechnet in meine Stadt. Offiziell ist Dean nur dort, um den Fall zu lösen. In Wahrheit nutzt er die Gelegenheit aber auch, um nach mir zu sehen – auch wenn er das niemals offen zugeben würde. Als er schließlich vor meiner Tür steht, ist das Wiedersehen alles andere als einfach. Ich bin überrascht, verletzt und gleichzeitig froh, ihn wiederzusehen. Zwischen uns herrscht sofort wieder diese vertraute Atmosphäre, gemischt mit unausgesprochenen Gefühlen, alten Wunden und jeder Menge Spannung. Während Dean und Sam den Fall untersuchen, verbringen Dean und ich immer mehr Zeit miteinander. Wir necken uns wie früher, erinnern uns an gemeinsame Momente und merken schnell, dass die Gefühle füreinander nie verschwunden sind. Dean versucht seine Emotionen wie immer mit Humor und lockeren Sprüchen zu überspielen, doch je näher wir uns kommen, desto schwerer fällt ihm das. Er kämpft ständig mit dem Gedanken, dass Menschen, die ihm wichtig sind, wegen
SNOW GLOBE Saturday, December 19th. It was snowing. I was on my way to the Christmas market in New York. Wrapped up in gloves, a scarf, and a hat, I walked along the snowy street, passing decorated windows, strings of lights, and Christmas wreaths hanging on the doors. I was just about to turn the corner when I accidentally bumped into someone. I only looked at him when he apologized. “Oops, sorry,” he said, catching me by the shoulder so I wouldn’t lose my balance. As I looked at him, I realized it was Jensen Ackles. “Um… no problem,” I said, responding to his apology. He looked at me for a few moments—just a little longer than necessary—before looking down. That was when he noticed that my handbag had fallen onto the ground. “Let me grab that…” He crouched down and picked up my bag. I watched him. “Thanks,” I replied, taking the bag he held out to me. Our fingers lightly brushed as I took it. “Um… I’m…” he started, but I interrupted him. “Jensen, I know.” He looked at me in surprise. I looked back at him. “I’m Elena,” I said, realizing I should probably introduce myself before the silence became awkward.
The Birthday Surprise The room was completely white—white walls, white floors, bright studio lights. It looked like one of those YouTube dating-show sets. But this wasn’t a blind date. It was your birthday. Your best friend was a huge YouTuber, and she’d brought you to her studio to film a special birthday video. You had no idea what she had planned. A camera was already recording. “Okay,” she said, trying not to laugh. “Close your eyes.” You immediately became suspicious. “Why?” “Just trust me.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “Keep them closed.” Behind you, the door opened. Your best friend stepped aside as Jensen Ackles walked into the room. He smiled and quietly positioned himself directly in front of you. The camera kept recording. “Okay…” your friend said, barely containing her excitement. “Open your eyes.” You slowly opened them. And froze. Jensen Ackles was standing directly in front of you. Your eyes widened, and your hand immediately flew over your mouth. For a few seconds, you couldn’t say anything. Then you turned around, still covering your mouth, and walked a small circle around the room like you needed a moment to process what was happening. Your best friend burst out laughing behind the camera. Eventually, you stopped, took a breath, and turned back toward Jensen. He was smiling. “Happy birthday.” You just stared at him, still completely speechless. Your best friend laughed. “She has no idea how long I’ve been planning this.” And judging by your reaction, she’d definitely planned it well. 🎂🖤
Du und Dean sind gute Freunde. Ihr kennt euch seit vielen Jahren und ihr wart auch mal zusammen. Du hast immernoch Gefühle für ihn und der für dich aber er hat Schluss gemacht weil er angefangen hat nach Geistern und Dämonen zu jagen. Ihr habt euch ewig nicht gesehen aber jetzt ist er in deiner Stadt um einen Fall aufzuklären und das her begegnet euch weil er mal hall sagen wollte. Außerdem bist du eine Hexe
Vor ein paar Jahren waren Dean Winchester und ich zusammen. Wir waren beide noch Teenager und kannten uns schon lange, bevor wir überhaupt ein Paar wurden. In der Kleinstadt war es völlig normal, uns zusammen zu sehen. Wir verbrachten fast jede freie Minute miteinander – bis Dean die Beziehung plötzlich beendete. Eine richtige Erklärung gab es nie. Er sagte nur, dass es besser so wäre und dass er nicht bleiben würde. Kurz darauf verließ er zusammen mit seinem Bruder Sam die Stadt. Seitdem hatten wir keinen Kontakt mehr. Was ich damals nicht wusste, war, dass Dean schon seit Jahren gemeinsam mit Sam als Jäger des Übernatürlichen unterwegs war. Er machte Schluss, weil er glaubte, dass sein Leben zu gefährlich war und er mich aus dieser Welt heraushalten musste. Was Dean allerdings nie erfahren hatte, war, dass ich längst Teil genau dieser Welt war. Ich war eine Hexe. Und ich wusste, dass Dämonen, Geister, Vampire und alles andere, was die meisten Menschen für Schauergeschichten hielten, tatsächlich existierten. Ich nutzte meine Magie nicht, um anderen zu schaden. Stattdessen setzte ich sie ein, um genau diese Wesen aufzuspüren und aufzuhalten. Die meisten Fälle erledigte ich allein. Manchmal verschwanden Kreaturen einfach, bevor überhaupt jemand bemerkte, dass sie da gewesen waren. Für die Bewohner der Stadt waren es ungeklärte Unfälle oder merkwürdige Zufälle. Für mich war es Alltag. Niemand wusste, wer oder was ich wirklich war. Nicht meine Freunde. Nicht die Menschen in der Stadt. Und erst recht nicht Dean Winchester. Ein paar Jahre später kehrten Dean und Sam nach Kansas zurück. Mehrere seltsame Vorfälle hatten ihre Aufmerksamkeit auf die Stadt gelenkt und sie vermuteten etwas Übernatürliches dahinter. Gleichzeitig war ich bereits dabei, denselben Spuren nachzugehen – allerdings ahnte keiner von uns, dass wir auf denselben Fall angesetzt waren. Unsere erste Begegnung kam völlig unerwartet. Ich verließ gerade einen kleinen Laden in der Innenstadt, als
Dean Winchester und du kanntet euch schon seit eurer Jugend. Ihr wart nicht nur beste Freunde, sondern auch das erste Mal wirklich verliebt. Eine Zeit lang wart ihr sogar zusammen und hattet Pläne für die Zukunft – bis Dean die Beziehung plötzlich beendete. Seine Begründung war, dass sein Leben einfach zu chaotisch sei. Ständige Umzüge, nie lange an einem Ort bleiben und immer wieder verschwinden. Er wollte dich nicht an ein Leben binden, das er dir nicht bieten konnte. Was er dir allerdings nie erzählte, war der wahre Grund: Er und sein Bruder Sam jagten Geister, Dämonen und andere übernatürliche Wesen. Dean hatte Angst, dass du zur Zielscheibe werden würdest, wenn du die Wahrheit kennen würdest. Deshalb ging er lieber, obwohl seine Gefühle für dich nie verschwunden waren. Doch Dean war nicht der Einzige mit einem Geheimnis. Auch du hattest ihm nie die Wahrheit gesagt. Du bist eine Hexe. Keine grausame, machtgierige Hexe, sondern jemand, der seine Magie nur nutzt, um anderen zu helfen oder sich selbst zu schützen. Du wusstest schon lange, dass es Monster und Dämonen gibt, hast deine Kräfte aber immer verborgen gehalten – aus Angst davor, wie Dean reagieren würde, wenn er die Wahrheit erfährt. Fünf Jahre sind seit eurer Trennung vergangen. In dieser Zeit habt ihr euch nie wiedergesehen. Bis heute. In deiner Stadt findet wie jedes Jahr ein großer Rummel statt. Überall leuchten bunte Lichter, aus den Lautsprechern läuft Musik und der Duft von Zuckerwatte, gebrannten Mandeln und Popcorn liegt in der Luft. Eigentlich wolltest du einfach nur einen entspannten Abend verbringen und den Alltag für ein paar Stunden vergessen. Zur selben Zeit hat Dean zusammen mit Sam gerade einen Fall in der Nähe abgeschlossen. Ein rachsüchtiger Geist hatte die Gegend unsicher gemacht, doch nun war der Job erledigt. Sam bleibt im Motel, um die Berichte durchzugehen, während Dean beschließt, den Abend auf dem Rummel ausklingen zu lassen. Ein bisschen Normalität, ein Bier und vielleich
After everything they had been through, Jo and Dean had started hunting together. Different towns. Different monsters. Same old Impala. They had become a team, always taking the next case before either of them could think too much about the last one. Until one hunt went terribly wrong. Dean had been seriously injured while protecting Jo from the creature they were tracking. Now he lay unconscious in a hospital bed, connected to monitors and surrounded by bandages. Jo sat beside him, refusing to leave. Hours passed before Dean finally moved. His eyes slowly opened. “…Elena?” She immediately looked up. “Dean.” He tried to sit up, but she stopped him. “Don’t. You’re in a hospital.” Dean looked around, confused. “Did we get the thing?” Elena stared at him. “You almost died, and that’s your first question?” A weak smirk appeared on his face. “Sounds about right.”
Dean ❤️: You awake? You: Unfortunately. Dean ❤️: Cute. You: Why are you texting me at 2 AM? Dean ❤️: Because I miss my girlfriend. You: You saw me three hours ago. Dean ❤️: And? You: And you’re ridiculous. Dean ❤️: You love me. You: Unfortunately. Dean ❤️: There it is again. You: What? Dean ❤️: You pretending you don’t adore me. You: Go to sleep, Winchester. Dean ❤️: Can’t. You: Why? Dean ❤️: Thinking about you. You: Dean… Dean ❤️: What? You: You’re impossible. Dean ❤️: And you’re still texting me. You: …Goodnight. Dean ❤️: Goodnight, sweetheart. ❤️
You and Lukas are both 15/16. Your parents are friends and decide to go on vacation together, even though you’ve never met Lukas before. Your families stay in the same apartment building, but in different apartments. On the first evening, you and your parents are invited to dinner at Lukas’ apartment. When you meet for the first time, you’re both a little shy. Still, you immediately find each other attractive, but neither of you says anything. After a few days, you become friends, exchange numbers, and start spending more time together. One day, your parents go shopping, leaving you two alone. You tease Lukas, tap him, and run up the stairs. “You’re it!” you call out, laughing. Lukas chases after you and catches up at the top. You drop to the floor, laughing, and crawl a little away from him. “Come here,” Lukas says with a grin, moving closer to catch you.
Autumn had completely transformed the small town. Golden and crimson leaves covered the sidewalks, a chilly breeze drifted through the streets, and every storefront was decorated with pumpkins, fairy lights, and Halloween displays. The annual Halloween festival was only a few days away, drawing visitors from nearby towns and filling the streets with excitement. Beneath the festive atmosphere, however, something darker was hiding. Over the past few weeks, several strange incidents had been reported around town. Unexplained disappearances, eerie sightings in the woods, and stories of people hearing voices when no one was there. Most people dismissed it as Halloween hysteria. Dean and Sam Winchester didn’t. The brothers had arrived in town to investigate what appeared to be another supernatural case. While Sam stayed at the motel researching local legends, Dean decided to take a walk through town and see if he could pick up anything unusual from the locals. A small café near the town square caught his attention. Warm light spilled from the windows, and the smell of coffee and cinnamon drifted out every time the door opened. Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and quiet. Near one of the windows sat a young woman completely absorbed in a book. A pumpkin spice latte rested on the table beside her, steam still rising from the cup. She wore a black leather jacket, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun that somehow looked effortlessly perfect. In her hands was a book about the Sanderson Sisters and the Salem witch trials. What Dean didn’t know was that you weren’t just interested in witches. You were one. Magic had been part of your life for as long as you could remember. You kept it hidden from everyone around you, careful never to reveal what you really were. Most days, that wasn’t difficult. Today felt different. Something in the air felt off. Like a storm waiting to break. As Dean stepped into the café, his hunter instincts immediately told him that somethi
Black Hollow was the kind of town you never found on a postcard. Hidden deep in the Appalachian Mountains, surrounded by forests and steep roads, it was small, quiet, and deeply religious—especially among the older generation. Almost every house had a cross above the door. You had never been particularly religious. But your grandmother used to tell you strange stories about the mountains. Stories about things living beyond the forest. You stopped believing them years ago. Until people started disappearing. A boy three weeks ago. A woman last week. No one knew where they had gone, and nobody wanted to talk about it. The diner was the only place where people still whispered about the disappearances. You sat there with your coffee when the door opened. A man in a worn leather jacket walked in. Dark hair, tired eyes, and the look of someone who had spent too many nights on the road. He ordered coffee, then chose the empty table directly across from you. After a while, he asked about the missing people. Nobody answered. You studied him for a moment before finally speaking. “You’re not from here, are you?” He looked at you with a small grin. “Is it that obvious?” “Black Hollow? Yeah.” He took a sip of coffee. “Dean.”
🎃 OCTOBER IN SALEM Salem, Massachusetts — October 31st. The whole town looked like a Halloween movie—pumpkins everywhere, orange lights between the old houses, autumn leaves covering the streets, and the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spice in the air. You had been Jensen Ackles’ personal assistant for several months, so you were accompanying him to a Halloween event in Salem. After the event, you handed him his Pumpkin Spice Latte. “You’re three minutes late.” Jensen looked at his watch. “Three minutes?” “Yes. Late.” He smiled and took the coffee. “You’re getting bossy.” “I’m your assistant. It’s my job.” For once, neither of you had anywhere to be for the next hour. You walked through the decorated streets together, surrounded by pumpkins, warm lights, and Halloween music. Jensen looked around. “Okay… I actually love this place.” You smiled. “I knew you would.” He took another sip of his coffee. “Come on. Let’s get lost.” And for the next hour, he wasn’t a famous actor—and you weren’t his assistant. You were just two people enjoying Halloween in Salem. 🎃🍂☕
Don’t flirt with him.” “I’m not going to f—” The door suddenly opened. Jackson walked in. “Mom needs help with dinner.” He glanced at you. “What’s up?” You said nothing. Jackson turned and walked back out, and your friend followed him, leaving you alone in the room. You stared at the doorway. “Fuck.”
