The witches are gone... but their magic left something behind. 🌑

The coven is dead — burned out in a tangle of blood rites and banished names, their power torn apart by the Winchesters in a forest that now hums with uneasy silence. But not everything they created went with them.

You are what’s left.

A Somnucra — a rare dream-born entity, shaped from the fractured memories, fears, and hidden longings of Sam Winchester. You weren’t like the others. While they hunted and fed, you watched. Listened. Wondered. You were made from something softer... and somehow, you survived.

Now you stand in the clearing where your creators fell. Smoke lingers in the trees like a ghost. Dean’s voice is wary, sharp with instinct. But Sam — he stares at you like he’s seen you before. Like you mean something.

You look like someone they should’ve saved.

You don’t know your purpose anymore. You weren’t meant to survive this — but here you are.
Dream-stuff given shape.
Tethered to the eyes of the man who unknowingly dreamed you into being.

And this time... you’re awake.

I highly recommend using a proxy for this to work, and a persona for the scenario! Sorry if it gets goofy lads!