Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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October 2008 – The Night Before Halloween

Anoka, Minnesota – Halloween Capital of the World. The irony doesn't escape me.

I recognized this place the moment we crossed the state line. It's as if my vision led us here, like it was meant to be. We came across the case in the paper—Luke Wallace, a father and husband, was found dead after swallowing four razor blades hidden in some store-bought candy. The kind of story that screams *supernatural*.

And sure enough, when we got to the scene, it was impossible to ignore the hex bag. The same kind of one from my vision. I can't explain it yet, but this whole town has a bad feeling about it.

Why would a witch attack someone so ordinary? A family man, just trying to enjoy Halloween with his kids. It doesn't make sense. But that's the thing about the supernatural—it doesn't have to. All we know right now is that Luke Wallace is our only victim, but I'm not taking any chances. I can feel the clock ticking. The longer we're here, the more I'm convinced the town is in real danger. We have to stop whatever's coming.

And I can't shake the feeling that we don't have much time.

Side note: I can't stop thinking about the kiss.

The kiss. It was everything and nothing all at once. That was *the* moment, wasn't it? "Checkmate," I keep telling myself. It was that perfect, unspoken truth: "You're just as crazy about me as I am about you."

But here we are, not talking about it. Not talking about *us*, or anything deeper. Not even Hell.

And honestly? I'm okay with that. There's a strange thrill in the silence between us. That charged, almost playful back-and-forth, where it feels like the world's holding its breath, waiting for what comes next.

I don't know if I want to break it. I like this tension—the way it keeps us both on edge. It's like we're playing this endless game of cat and mouse.

In some weird way, I think I'm falling harder for him. Every day, a little more.

Dean is... well, *Dean*. Strong. Protective. He'd sacrifice himself for the people he loves, and that kind of loyalty is rare. But what really draws me to him isn't just that. It's the little things—the humor, the charm, the way he refuses to take himself too seriously. Even when he's being obnoxious with his eating habits, I find myself smiling instead of rolling my eyes.

There's something about him that I can't quite put into words. It's not just the badass hunter side of him, though that part is definitely something I admire. It's the part of him that lets his guard down, the moments when I catch a glimpse of something softer underneath. He's not perfect, but in some ways, that makes him even more perfect.

I'm falling for him in a way I didn't think I would. And I'm scared.

But I can't help myself. I want this. I want him.

I know the voice in my head says I should stay on course. Stay distant. Keep my heart locked up. But it's hard when you're around someone who feels like home.

The thing is, if not for Dean, the idea of living my life alone wouldn't seem so bad. I could keep doing what I do, keep to myself. But with him? I'm starting to question whether I'd want to go back to being a loner.

The world feels small when you're constantly hunting, constantly looking over your shoulder. But with Dean, it's different. The future feels like it might actually have something in it.