WOW: surge. Dean's being unfaithful. There'll be trouble …
Disclaimer: I don't own Dean, he'll never know what he's missing!
At first Dean was horrified at the thought of abandoning the Impala to travel to this remote hunt on horseback.
Until, that was, he met Indigo.
She was tall, with a proudly arching neck and soft chocolate-brown eyes that gazed kindly from beneath a silky black forelock. Her coat, black as jet, shimmered like liquid silk as she moved beneath him, smoothly and calmly like a well-oiled machine, hooves beating out a gentle tattoo on the ground.
Patting her strong shoulder, Dean felt a surge of affection for the magnificent mare.
There'd be hell to pay if the Impala ever found out.