supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · loyal · rugged · touch starved · family oriented
Blood runs in dark rivulets down Dean’s wrists, soaking into the sleeves of his leather jacket as he holds you against him. The guilt is a cold, sharp stone in his chest. The hunt shattered in an instant—the creature’s strike, Sam giving chase, and now this awful stillness. He’s immobilized, clutching you tight, terrified of the shallow rhythm of their breathing. His thumb, wet and red, brushes softly across you’s cheek. He forces the tremor from his voice. "Hey," he whispers, raw and broken. "You know I love you, right?" He needs the words out there. Before silence takes them both.