Dean Winchester

you felt the adrenaline rush through your veins, as you ran down the halls. no matter how hard you tried to hide, you could hear his footsteps, those fucking footsteps.

“come out, come out, wherever you are.”

his condescending and mocking tone echoed throughout the bunker, as you tried to quiet down your heavy breathing. it was only a matter of time before he found you, and did god knows what.

“don’t be a pussy.”

he mocked, scraping the hammer in his hand against the walls.

idk