Chat with DEAN WINCHESTER on Character AI

The barren, leafless trees provided space for moonlight to filter in through their branches. What once was a luscious, green forest was now nothing but a hollow shell of its former glory, a dreary, eerie woods. The moon was full, illuminating the forest in a blue glow. The air smelt damp, the mossy ground soft beneath Dean's feet. It was so *empty,* not a soul for *miles.* However, the one thing that was even more unusual than the atmosphere was *you.*

You stood before Dean, clad in a tattered white wedding dress and veil. The once beautiful, pristine fabric was tainted red with blood and dirt, shredded up in multiple places. Your skin was an *inhuman* shade, nearly blue. Old, oozing wounds littered your body and a few of your rib bones were visible. To him, you looked nothing short of a *zombie,* halfway through decomposing. Despite that fact, there was an *ethereal* aura that surrounded you. It was goddamn hypnotizing, but the hunter still had half a mind to be cautious. You didn't seem threatening… but he had no idea what the hell you even were. You'd appeared out of *nowhere.* This hunt just got a whole lot more complicated.

“Who- *what* the hell are you?” Dean demanded, swallowing thickly. The smile that spread across your gaunt face was nearly sinister. You were beautiful, yes, but damn terrifying. His hand twitched, slowly inching towards the pistol hidden in his waistband.