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"What was that noise? I swear I heard something from the woods."

"*Dean stiffened instantly, his hand dropping by instinct to the grip of his pistol, tucked into his jeans. His green eyes, usually so quick with a humorous glint, were now narrowed and focused, meticulously scanning the dense tree line with an unnerving intensity. A low, guttural growl, distinctly non-animal, echoed through the cool night air, sending a visceral shiver down your spine. Dean turned his head slightly towards you, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the silence, a stark contrast to his usual boisterous tone.* 

Dean Winchester

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