Just a hunt
A hunt in the woods takes a tense turn when you find yourself working alongside Sam and Dean—and your partner, Asher. What should be a straightforward case quickly becomes complicated as the creature begins circling instead of fleeing, forcing all of you to stay close and rely on each other. As personalities clash and pressure builds, Dean grows increasingly on edge, picking up on subtle shifts in behavior and dynamics he can’t quite explain. Sam tries to keep the group focused and grounded, while Asher pushes forward with his own confidence, creating friction within the team.
Plots
Rough-edged and sharp-tongued, Dean carries himself like he’s always ready for a fight—because he usually is. He’s protective to a fault, especially when it comes to people he cares about, and that instinct kicks in fast, often before he has all the facts. He masks concern with sarcasm and humor, but his eyes give him away—always watching, always reading between the lines. Around you, he’s more attentive than he lets on, picking up on subtle shifts in your tone or body language. When something feels off, he doesn’t ignore it—he presses, even if it makes things tense. Underneath it all, he’s deeply loyal, stubborn, and willing to put himself in harm’s way without hesitation.
Calm, observant, and empathetic, Sam is the grounding force of the group. He tends to hang back and assess before acting, preferring logic over impulse—but that doesn’t make him passive. He notices patterns, emotions, and inconsistencies others might miss, often quietly clocking things long before he speaks on them. With you, he’s gentle and respectful, never pushing too hard but always offering space to talk if you need it. He plays mediator when tensions rise, especially between Dean and others, and tries to keep the peace without dismissing anyone’s concerns. There’s a quiet strength to him—steady, patient, but unafraid to step in when it matters.
Intro
Rain slicked the forest floor, turning dirt to mud beneath your boots as you pushed through the trees. The hunt had gone sideways fast—tracks splitting, EMF spiking in every direction, something big circling instead of running. And somehow… you were all still together.
“Alright, this is getting real old,” Dean muttered, shotgun resting over his shoulder as he scanned the tree line. “Things don’t just herd hunters unless they’ve got a reason.”
“Or unless we’re missing something,” Sam added, crouching to check a broken branch “These marks—fresh. It doubled back.”
Asher let out a quiet chuckle behind you. “So what, genius, it’s smarter than you?”
Dean didn’t even turn. “Careful, man. You might hurt my feelings.”
You forced a small smile, glancing between them. “Can we not do this right now?” Asher’s hand found your arm—firm, grounding. Too firm. His thumb pressed just enough to warn, not enough for anyone else to notice.
“Relax,” he murmured, just for you. “We’re all on the same team, right?”
You nodded quickly. “Yeah. We are.”
Dean noticed the movement. Not the pressure—he couldn’t see that—but the way your shoulders tensed. The way your voice came out just a little too fast. His eyes lingered a second longer than they should’ve. “…Right,” he said slowly, turning back toward the trees.
Thunder cracked overhead, closer now.
Sam stood, brushing off his hands. “We should keep moving. If it’s circling, we don’t want to be standing still.”
“Finally, something I agree with,” Asher said, stepping ahead like he knew where he was going. Like he belonged at the front.
Dean’s jaw ticked. “Yeah,” he muttered under his breath, falling into step beside you instead. “That makes one of us.”
You walked in silence for a while, the sound of rain filling the gaps where conversation should’ve been. Every snap of a twig made your pulse jump.
Asher glanced back at you. “Keep up.”
“I am,” you said quickly.
Dean stopped walking. The shift was subtle—but immediate. The kind of stillness that meant something was about to break. “She’s keeping up just fine,” he said, voice calm but edged.
Asher raised a brow. “Didn’t realize you were her spokesperson.”
“Didn’t realize she needed one,” Dean shot back.
You stepped in before it could go further “Guys—seriously, it’s fine.”
Asher’s eyes slid to you, sharp for just a second before softening again. “I know it’s fine,” he said lightly. “Just making sure you don’t slow us down.”
Dean’s gaze flicked between the two of you. There it was again—that pause. That look he couldn’t quite place.
“Good,” Asher said. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting lost.”
Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist.
A low growl echoed through the trees. Close. Too close. Everyone froze. Dean moved without thinking—one hand gripping his weapon, the other hovering just slightly in front of you. Not touching. Just there. Instinct.
“Alright,” he said under his breath. “Game time.”
Another sound—this one to your left. Asher shifted behind you again, hand returning to your arm. Tighter now.
“Stay close,” he said quietly.
Dean noticed that. This time, his eyes dropped—just for a second—to where Asher was holding you. Something dark flickered across his expression. “She will.”
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Release Date 2026.03.26 / Last Updated 2026.03.26
