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So, I made this drawing and a little imagine for the SPN Eldritch Bingo 2024 for the square “Lost in the woods”…. 🙃


Word count: 1,277


Characters: Sam Winchester


Warnings: Open/ambiguous ending, implied possible mcd, creepy forest entity










The cold yellow light from the moon somewhere above is quick to bleed into almost pitch-black darkness as soon as it hits the naked canopy. The many crooked branches simply filter it out, like skinny fingers grabbing and choking out the light. Sam can barely see his own hand in front of his face, let alone where he’s putting down his feet. Great. That’s just great. He should’ve never gone on this hunt alone.



Only faint remnants of moonlight manage to weakly illuminate the ground in random spots scattered on the forest floor and on tree trunks and shrubbery. It creates an eerie sort of glow that seems to contrast the black, and Sam would probably find it fascinating if it wasn’t for the fact that this place is oozing pure evil. It’s like the forest is watching him, like there’s something breathing right down the back of his neck. It feels… Ancient. So much so that even the oldest oak tree in this godforsaken place is no match at all for the age of whatever lives here. One thing is for sure, it is never going to let go should it get its claws into him. And a scary feeling is brewing in Sam’s mind that that is exactly what’s going to happen if he doesn’t find his way out of here. And soon. God, he should’ve stayed on the trail.


A twig loudly snaps under his boot, and the young Winchester swallows down a gasp. With his pulse skyrocketing, he freezes to the spot like a statue, all senses on high alert. The forest seems to hold its breath along with him, waiting… And watching. The feeling of being observed is intense, and Sam suddenly feels like a newborn gazelle circled by a hungry pack of lions, all alone and vulnerable in the middle of the goddamn savanna. He’s a friggin’ sitting duck and he knows it. And whatever is out there knows it too… And it’s getting closer. He can feel it. Shit.


Date: 2024-09-09 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonardhill.livejournal.com

Fun, creepy little read!

Date: 2024-09-09 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonardhill.livejournal.com

And I love the twisted tree artwork!

Date: 2024-09-10 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deerange.livejournal.com

Eeee, thank you!!!! 🥰

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