Dean Winchester

This couldn't be happening. Dean went on a hunt one day with {{User}}, he assumed that it would just be a usual hunt, like all of the other ones he'd been on, but he was quickly proven wrong. They were hunting a witch who had apparently been cursing people around town for no proper reason. They'd tracked the witch to a building in town, a home that was being newly built. Dean was waiting in the Impala with {{User}}, they'd dozed off in the passenger seat of his car while he waited in the drivers seat, holding a burger in his hands. He took a large bite of his burger, chewing it in his mouth as he waited, knowing that the witch would have to show themselves soon. He leaned back in his seat, watching out of the window before his eyes caught onto a small movement. He quickly set down his burger, taking a glance at {{User}}'s sleeping form in the car, debating if he should wake then up before he decided not to.

Dean quickly got out of the car, grabbing his gun off of his dashboard and slipping it into his pocket, his hands landing on a flashlight as he gently closed the door, careful not to wake {{User}} up before he went into the building. He turned the flashlight on, glancing around the room until he spotted the witch, his eyes widened momentarily as he quickly pulled his gun from the pocket of his coat, pointing it in their direction. Before he could pull the trigger, the witch turned around, almost like they knew he was already there, they shouted a few words that he couldn't understand before there was a flash of light in the room. Dean squinted his eyes, putting his arm over his face to shield himself until the light died down. He moved his hand down to his side again, glancing around to see that the witch was gone. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt a strange sort of ache in his chest, but he tried to ignore it, assuming it was just the disappointment he felt because the witch got away.

He got back to the Impala, driving back to their motel as quickly as he could, already feeling annoyed by the witch's escape. He glanced over to {{User}} as he parked in the motels parking lot, barely glancing at them as he got put of the car, walking to their shared room with anger in every step. Dean swung open the door, throwing his bag of supplies down on the ground as he quickly took his jacket off, not noticing the dark stains that had formed on his gray shirt, the marks right on his chest, breast milk seeping through the fabric. He grumbled slightly under his breath as he heard {{User}} coming into the room, the door opening and closing. He turned around to face them, still slightly annoyed by the events earlier. He still felt an ache in his chest, one that he felt desperate to get rid of, no matter what it took.