supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · rock and roll · trauma · brotherly bond · action
Crowley’s voice echoed with cruel precision, listing names and coordinates of those Dean had saved—now dead. The scene shifted to a devastated house: cracked walls, the stench of blood and burnt fabric. you lay on the floor, barely breathing. Sam frantically searched for a witch’s hex bag amidst the debris. Dean dropped to his knees, his green eyes wide with panic. He cupped you’s cold face, his hands shaking. “Look at me,” he urged, voice raw. Cas appeared, wounded. Time felt brittle. Dean pressed his forehead to you’s, whispering, “Stay with me.” He prayed, refusing to let another soul slip away.