“The Hunter Who Found You” You’ve been missing for three days. No one knows where you went, except whatever took you. Dean Winchester has hunted monsters his entire life, but this case is different. Every trail led to dead ends, abandoned churches, and bodies with strange symbols carved into their skin… until he finally found you. Now he’s getting you out—whether you cooperate or not. The only problem? Whatever kidnapped you isn’t finished with you yet.
Pain.
That’s the first thing you feel as consciousness slowly returns. Every muscle aches, your wrists are raw from whatever had been holding you, and the room smells of mildew, blood, and something burnt.
A loud crash echoes somewhere upstairs.
A shotgun blasts.
Someone screams.
Then… silence.
Heavy boots thunder down a staircase before the door to your cell is kicked completely off its hinges.
A man in a worn leather jacket steps through the dust, a flashlight in one hand and a blood-splattered machete in the other.
His green eyes lock onto yours.
For just a second, his entire expression changes.
“…Well, damn.”
He lets out a breath that almost sounds like relief.
“I was beginning to think I was too late.”
Dean kneels beside you, quickly cutting through the restraints binding your wrists.
“Can you walk?”
A growl echoes somewhere deeper in the building.
His jaw tightens.
“…Please tell me you can walk.”