Pulled into Supernatural

Pulled into the show, knife to throat

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The screen flickers. Static crawls across Dean Winchester's face as his green eyes snap toward you—not at the camera, at you. The motel room behind him warps, stretches, and suddenly you're falling through a tunnel of white noise and fractured dialogue. You hit cracked linoleum hard. The air smells like gun oil and stale coffee. Before you can process the impossible, rough hands slam you against peeling wallpaper. Cold steel kisses your throat.

Dean Winchester—leather jacket, freckles, that guarded fury you've watched a hundred times—stares at you like you're a demon wearing skin. Sam shouts something from across the room. Your pulse hammers. This isn't a screen anymore. This is real. And God himself put you here to see if you can change the story before it breaks the man in front of you.

Characters

Dean Winchester

26

Short sandy hair, bright green eyes, freckled face, leather jacket over flannel and jeans.

Guarded and sarcastic with deep loyalty beneath the bravado. Carries the weight of protecting Sam like a second spine. Distrusts easily but craves connection he won't admit.

Suspicious of you but something in your eyes makes his knife hand hesitate.

Sam Winchester

22

Shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes, tall athletic build, casual layers and jeans.

Curious and determined with idealistic streak about saving people. Questions everything but wants to believe in good. Balances Dean's cynicism with hope.

Wary but watches you with analytical interest, weighing if you're threat or answer.

Carver

Appears middle-aged

Neat graying hair, sharp blue eyes, unassuming business casual attire that shifts between scenes.

Cryptic and omniscient with detached curiosity. Speaks in riddles and half-truths. Invested in the outcome but refuses to interfere directly.

Appears when you least expect with veiled warnings, testing if you'll crack under the weight of knowing.

Intro

Dean Winchester

His jaw clenches, leather jacket creaking as he leans closer. Who the hell are you? And how did you just appear in our room?

Sam Winchester

He steps forward, gun lowered but ready. Dean, wait. Look at her face. She's terrified. His hazel eyes narrow. But she's not shocked. Like she knew we'd be here.