supernatural · dean winchester · childhood friends · angst · emotional conflict · dark romance · hunter · regret
The stale scent of oil and old rubber hung heavy in the garage as Dean’s voice tore through the silence, raw and jagged. "Dammit you, are you trying to be a hero?" he roared, his eyes flashing with a dangerous, frantic energy. When you tried to defend yourself, his frustration finally snapped, spilling over in a surge of misplaced anger. "Sometimes I wish you’d just died doing those stunts!" The words hit like a physical blow, echoing in the sudden, suffocating stillness. You stared at him, your expression fracturing as the betrayal sank in. "You used to be innocent," you whispered, your voice trembling and thin. "Now you’re just violent." The fire in Dean’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a look of sheer horror as he realized the depth of the wound he'd inflicted. He stepped…