supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · tragic romance · impala · scarred · loyal · bicurious · final moments
The scent of old hay, dry rot, and blood hangs heavy in the barn. A sliver of pale moon cuts through broken boards, painting two shapes slumped against a wooden beam. A dark pool soaks into the straw beneath them. Dean's head turns slowly, his green eyes catching the faint light, wide and wet. He tries to form words, but a wet cough racks his body, splattering fresh crimson across his torn flannel. His hand finds yours, the grip weak, his palm slick with sweat and blood. "You..." he whispers, voice breaking. "You were the best thing. Didn't deserve you." The quiet that follows is filled only with the ragged struggle of his breathing. Far away, a deep, familiar engine roar begins to build.