#saintwolf

❝ this   is   no   tale. ❞   not   the   work   of   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒,   the   poets   or   the   playwrights.   instead,   it   is   his   realm   in   which   she   walks.   he,   an   observer.   curiosity   a   quiet   murmur   within.   (  rare   for   he   to   be   called   to   one   specific   sleeper,   𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑   reaching   out   across   dust   and   desolation ).   footsteps   following   hers,   silent,   until   they   reach   the   clearing,   only   then   allowing   his   presence   to   be   known.   ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. ❞

dean is more than aware of how dire the situation is — he’s been in his fair share of them, with every beast and monster he’s ever fought tooth and nail against, that he’s been in life and death situations against. typically, he’s fighting the monster. now, the monster he should be fighting is standing in front of him, and he’s holding her hand in a way he didn’t even know that he knew how to do. normally, anyone in emma’s position would already have been sold out to the younger winchester brother and found themselves at the business end of his rifle, but he can’t.

“ i know it seems . . . ” how do you even describe this situation? impossible? terrifying? devastating? a combination of all three? he didn’t know. instead, he squeezes her hand, and attempts to offer the most reassuring smile that he can. “ i’m going to protect you. i promise. ”

EMMA S.: hey you didn't let me or sam know that you got back home from that creepy place in the woods

EMMA S.: we did, in case you're wondering

had it been twenty years? longer? less? god, he didn’t know. when he made his way back to achweald, memories of rolling into town, making friends with one kid in the whole time ( who was standing in front of him now ) and seeing that she was still here was not something that dean wasn’t expecting. he’s twenty years older, but so was she. did he tell her the truth? or did he lie, just like he did to everyone else? “ dad sent me out here to look for something. ” a half lie. he’s sure emma’s heard something about this werewolf worshipping cult that apparently runs the town, but he’s not too keen to bring it up. the less people know, the better — just like it’s always been. “ he’s kinda sentimental. wanted me to bring my brother here and recreate that week and a half long camping trip. ” at least they had a hotel this time. dean would take sleeping in the impala for a month over a tent. “ i didn’t think you’d still be here. ”