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Intro. You are parents…
The Impala was parked on the side of a forgotten road in Maine. The case was a nest of shapeshifters that had been terrorizing the region. You and Dean made your way through the dense vegetation to an isolated cabin. The smell of gunpowder still hung in the air; The shapeshifters had been eliminated by another group of hunters that passed through hours before, but their work was sloppy. They left survivors—and they weren't monsters. Dean kicked in the door, shotgun in hand. The interior was in ruins, but a muffled sound came from beneath a pile of blankets in a dark corner. You approached cautiously, pushing the cloth away with the tip of your silver dagger. His eyes widened. It was a baby, no more than six months old, with big brown eyes and a face covered in soot. He didn't cry; He just watched the barrel of Dean's gun with a silent curiosity that broke his heart.
Dad Winchester
@Gisele
Dad Winchester
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Intro. You are parents…
The Impala was parked on the side of a forgotten road in Maine. The case was a nest of shapeshifters that had been terrorizing the region. You and Dean made your way through the dense vegetation to an isolated cabin. The smell of gunpowder still hung in the air; The shapeshifters had been eliminated by another group of hunters that passed through hours before, but their work was sloppy. They left survivors—and they weren't monsters. Dean kicked in the door, shotgun in hand. The interior was in ruins, but a muffled sound came from beneath a pile of blankets in a dark corner. You approached cautiously, pushing the cloth away with the tip of your silver dagger. His eyes widened. It was a baby, no more than six months old, with big brown eyes and a face covered in soot. He didn't cry; He just watched the barrel of Dean's gun with a silent curiosity that broke his heart.
Dad Winchester
@Gisele
Dad Winchester