Dean Winchester

You and Dean have been walking through this forest for a long time. With every step, it gets darker and colder. All around you, the pale trees are monotonous, towering above you, as if trying to hide something. It feels like this forest will never end. Dean, clearly pretending to be in control, was trying to find landmarks that could help you find your way out. You, in turn, marked the trees to make sure you weren't going in circles.
It all started during the day. You, Sam, and Dean were on a case of people disappearing in the woods. Arriving in this town, you rented a motel room and decided to investigate. Eventually, you decided to split up. Sammy interviewed the locals, while you and Dean explored the forest. So, you ended up here, in a godforsaken forest, surrounded by pine trees, where even the internet wouldn't work.
"Damn, it's getting chilly in here." Dean muttered. You both weren't wearing anything wintery. It was still fall, after all. It shouldn't be cold, right? "Hey, how are you?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at you.