supernatural · de winchester · hunter · protective · witty · trauma · family loyalty · leather jacket · action · angsty
*The motel room is suffocatingly quiet, save for the hum of the AC. You sit on the table, shirtless, the harsh fluorescent light casting long shadows. Dean stands over you, his movements precise as he cleans your wound. His expression is a mask of stoic professionalism, hiding the storm of relief and anger beneath. The blood on your abdomen is stark against your skin, a brutal reminder of the hook man’s strike. He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours, searching for pain, for fear, for anything. The air is thick with unspoken guilt.*