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Dean Imagine

You were currently in the woods, your flare gun clutched tightly in your hand and your flashlight in the other. The boys were behind you as you walked ahead, you were hunting a Wendigo, and so you knew you had to be careful. You were light on your feet and so you were usually better when it came to hunting them. It was much colder than you anticipated and so you were freezing you weren’t as aware as you should be. 
You suddenly stop when you don’t hear the boys behind you anymore, and you took a look around and you had no idea where you were. It turned out you had just been walking, with absolutely no direction, you had strayed from the boys. The cold really was one of the things that screwed you up on hunts. 

You didn’t want to yell, and so you turned around and tried to retrace the steps you don’t remember taking. The brown and dead almost gray-colored leaves were brittle beneath your feet. You could see your breath billow like fog, and your heartbeat was pounding trying to circulate blood through your cold limbs. As you walked you tried to recount anything remotely familiar, whether it be a distinct tree you had come across or even just a fallen tree branch. Still, you didn’t seem to be anywhere close to finding the boys. You had to face it, you were utterly lost. You tried to pull out your phone and maybe call them albeit very unlikely to work. You reached for your phone just to find a barren back pocket, all of your pockets were empty except for the lint in the very bottom. 

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath. An abrupt snapping of twigs sounded from behind you. You stopped and held your breath, that’s when you heard it, so vividly. Dean’s voice echoed around you, and fear planted itself in your heart. You knew what was going on and so you gripped your flare gun tightly, trying to shake off the freeze you felt. 

“(Y/n)!! Help me, please!” you heard his voice yell again, but you knew all too well that it wasn’t Dean. You felt a sharp breeze pass by you and it swirled around you in one big circular motion. You had no clue where this thing was, so you, being as agile as you were, began to sprint. You made it past it, but you knew it wasn’t because you outran it. It was because it let you pass it, that’s when you saw it. You saw the two flashlights, and ran as fast as you could, jumping over rocks and any other obstacles in your path. You were close enough to see their heads turn at the sound of the crunching leaves, Dean ran towards you, and you made it to him. His arms wrapped around you for only seconds before you heard it call again. 

Its voice was broken, and low, almost like someone who hadn’t spoken for hours on end finally said something. “Somebody please, help me, please!! I know you’re there I see you, please!” you heard before the scream was cut off in the middle of this “man’s” plea. 

You gripped onto Dean’s arm, you weren’t usually scared but something about this time, had you horrified. Your stomach twisted in knots, and your breath was caught in your throat tears welled in your eyes. You didn’t understand what was happening, you just felt something was off like when you feel someone following you, but this time you didn’t know if it was following you. You had no idea where it was, it didn’t feel normal, this wasn’t a normal Wendigo hunt, you felt as though you were being not backed into a corner but trapped in a ring. That’s when you realized it, that feeling you had, it was the Wendigo stalking you, but it couldn’t be in two places at once. There were two. 

“Dean, Sam…” you spoke shakily. You felt like your legs were going to give out. “There are two.” you breathed out, with your heart beating in your throat, and your limbs slacking just a bit. It was like when you knew something bad was going to happen, it was like the feeling you got when standing on the edge of a cliff. It felt like you were falling, but you planted firmly on the ground. 

“What?” Sam turned towards you with wide eyes. “They don’t stick together (y/n),” Dean told you trying to calm you a bit. “Damn it, boys. I can feel it, there are two. One chased me back here, and the other must have been following you. They lead us here, they knew that we would feel safer together. They did this because we won’t know where they both are at once.” You explained to them while gripping Dean tighter.  
To prove your point heard wind rushing past you all in opposite directions. “Son of a bitch…” Dean cursed.