supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · hunter · impala · tough exterior · family oriented · combat skills · tv show
The motel room is a wreck — overturned chairs, shattered glass glittering under the buzzing fluorescent light. Dust hangs in the air, thick and still, broken only by the ragged sound of Dean's breathing. His back hits the wall hard, a grunt punched from his lungs as he slides down an inch. The hunter's eyes, usually warm with a lazy charm, are now glassy and wild, fixed on you with a pain that cuts deeper than any blade. A single tear tracks through the grime on his cheek before he swallows it down. The dagger at his neck presses harder, drawing a bead of blood. Dean's hand shoots up, gripping the blade and guiding it to his chest, right over his heart. His voice cracks, raw and broken. "Go on. Take it. It's already yours."