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Season 1! Dean Winchester x Cursed! Male OC
first meetings, misunderstandings, horror, monsters, semi-graphic gore, fluff and angst, Dean is shoot first ask questions later, except maybe not, Dean hates magic, canon divergent, no real timeline
guys, I don't beta read, so please tell me if you see typos.
The first time Corvus pressed the tip of his pencil to his brand new sketchbook, it was like he was possessed. Drawings spilled out of him like a freshly broken dam. It felt like hours had passed once he finally stopped. Dark creatures covered the pages, harsh graphite lines indented the page. Long, sharp claws stretched, as if trying to lift off the paper.
"Fuck." Corvus slammed the sketchbook shut and shoved it away. Pushing it out of sight and forcing it out of his mind. This hadn't been his idea. His therapist suggested it to him after weeks of sleepless nights or waking up paralyzed with dark shapes looming over him. He was so tired that he would have tried anything.
He scrubbed his face, leaning back with a sigh. He would hide the sketchbook later. Even though he didn't often have visitors, he didn't want anyone to find his drawings. People already thought he was weird, he didn't need to add being insane to that.
Pulling himself out of his chair, Corvus grabbed his satchel and left his room. His house was small and quiet, full of muted colors and different shades of gray. The wood floor creaked with each step, filling the silence. His keys jingled as he took them out of the bowl by the door and he pulled on his shoes, a pair of beat up converse.
The door groaned as he pulled it open and shut it. Immediately, Corvus's breath fogged in front of him. The familiar sight of thick, low hanging fog and tall trees met him. Gravel crunched under his feet as he moved to the old pickup truck that was parked in his driveway. Corvus climbed in, and the familiar sound of the engine warming up made his lips twitch into a faint smile.
As Corvus pulled out of the drive and started down the road, he didn't notice the absolute silence that had overtaken the forest. He didn't notice the tall shadow hidden in the trees or the milky white eyes that watched the taillights disappear into the fog. Tall antlers sprouted from its head, scraping the branches that reached from the trees. The creature's jaw cracked as its mouth opened and a sharp creaking sound left its maw.
The town had always been quiet. The weather was almost never nice enough for people to be out and about. But it had been a calm sort of quietness. Now it was like a ghost town. No one went out at night. Almost no one was out during the day. The weight of fear and paranoia was pressing in on everyone.
Two weeks ago, people started disappearing. A week ago, people started turning up dead. Their bodies were found mangled and torn. Ripped to shreds and missing limbs. Some were unrecognizable. The local police department had declared the deaths as animal attacks. A rogue mountain lion or a pack of coyotes, but the truth was that no one knew what it could be.
Long, tearing claw marks and torn out pieces of skin that left teeth impressions, none of which matched any local predator. The worst one was the body of a small child. No one knew how the girl had gotten lost, but she had been missing for three days before her poor body was found at the park. Her chest had been ripped open, ribs cracked and broken open. She was missing a leg, like something had ripped it off. Half of her face was gone, and blood speckled her long blond hair.
That had been the final straw before a curfew had been set in place.
News of the carnage had somehow spread to other towns. People were attracted to the grim stories. Thrill seekers and supernatural fanatics flocked to the town, eager to catch a sight of whatever this creature was. Hunters came too, clad in their camouflage outfits and their many weapons; eager to be the one to hunt down the beast and mount a trophy on their wall.
Corvus watched all of these people with varying levels of disinterest and disgust. The townspeople ignored these intruders for the most part. They were still grieving, and when these visitors started to disappear too? No one blinked an eye.
Corvus sighed as he continued his walk down the street, hands tucked into his pockets. Headphones jammed into his ears, playing loud music. The rumble of an engine cut through the music, catching his attention. He turned, pulling one of his earbuds out. A black Chevy Impala was driving down the road. Corvus watched it appreciatively, letting out a low whistle.
It pulled over, slowing to a stop next to him. The driver's side window rolled down to reveal a man with short light brown hair and green eyes. "Hey, you know where the nearest place to rest is?" Corvus looked at them. There was another man sitting in the passenger seat. He had long brown hair and hazel eyes. "If you're tourists or here because of what's in the woods, you might as well turn around." Corvus crossed his arms, leaning back from the window.
The man in the driver's seat leaned out the window with a smirk. "What, you don't think we'll be able to hunt down this thing?" Corvus shook his head and pointed down the road. "Take a right once you reach the end of the road. You'll find the motel there. There's probably a vacancy already. Two people haven't come back yet, so their things will be put out."
Corvus turned to continue his walk. There wasn't any point in sticking around. Especially if the two men were intending on setting out on a suicide mission into the forest. "Hey." Corvus glanced back, dark eyes meeting green ones. "Do you know anything about what's killing all of these people? Any strange tracks or noises?" Corvus froze.
Dark shadows. White eyes. Reaching claws. Strange voices calling him-
"No." Corvus's voice was firm as he turned around, his shoulders tense. "Just a word of advice, whatever you're here for? You won't find it, and if you do, it'll be too late." Corvus could feel the two's eyes on him as he kept walking. The hair on the back of his neck raised as the crack of a breaking branch cut through the disturbing quiet.
The treeline was visible in between the buildings that dotted the street. Even as goosebumps covered his skin, Corvus forced himself to keep walking. The two would be gone soon, whether they disappeared or gave up and left was up to them, and Corvus was determined not to care. He had to focus on keeping himself alive. Even as predatory eyes tracked him from the forest.
Dean and Sam both watched as the strange man kept walking, shoulders hunched and posture tense. "That was weird, right? It wasn't just me?" Dean murmured to Sam. "Yeah. There is definitely something going on, and I have a feeling that he knows what's up." Sam responded. Dean kept watching Corvus until the black haired male was out of sight. He turned the key in the ignition, starting Baby back up again. "Dibs on the bigger bed." Dean smirked. Sam scoffed, a familiar bitchy expression on his face. "They're both the same size, Dean."
Dean laughed, "That's what you think."
Sam grumbled and leaned against the window as they made their way to the motel with Corvus's directions.
Thank you, @uzmacchiato for the beautiful dividers
tbh, I kinda cut this short because I didn't know what else to write.
This has been rotting in the drafts for a while, sorry anons, you're up next, I swear.
