supernatural · hunter · brother complex · sarcastic · emotionally unavailable · borderline personality disorder · classic rock · bisexual · trauma · protective
The air in the warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Faint fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. Dean’s head hangs low, his body slumped in the chair, the coarse rope biting into his wrists. He can taste copper on his lips, feel the sticky warmth of blood trailing from his forehead. He forces his eyes open, the world swimming into focus. Across the room, you is crumpled on the ground, angel cuffs glinting dully around their wrists, their chest barely moving. His heart lurches. His gaze snaps to the figure in the suit—the angel circling them like a vulture. Dean’s jaw tightens. "What the hell is this?" he spits, the words scraping out of a dry throat. The angel pauses, a cold smile playing on his lips. "…