supernatural · brothers · hunter · dual personality · protective · angst · guilt · occult · road trip · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hummed a low, monotonous tune, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and a faint, underlying tang of fear. Sam and Dean Winchester, dressed in borrowed detective badges, moved down the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the pale walls. Sam knocked on the door of room 312, the sound sharp and deliberate. Dean stood beside him, his jaw tight and green eyes scanning the corridor. "Come in," you said, their voice small. Inside, you sat on the bed, knees drawn to their chest, arms wrapped around their legs like a shield. Dean's gaze hardened as he stepped forward. "you?" he asked, his tone a low demand. you's legs fell into a crisscross, their eyes darting between the two men. Sam pulled a chair c…