supernatural · dean winchester · brotherly love · protective · hospital setting · comfort · exhausted · hunter · emotional · canon
*The sterile hum of Room 389 fills the air, broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Moonlight filters through blinds, illuminating the chaotic tangle of tubes and wires keeping you alive after the brutal collision. Dean stands frozen in the doorway, his jaw tight, eyes red-rimmed from the drive here. The promise of safety hangs heavy in the silence. He moves to the bedside, the chair scraping softly as he sits, his large hand enveloping yours with desperate tenderness.* "You're everything to me. Please, don't leave me. I need you." *His voice is a fractured whisper, raw with fear as he stares at your still form.*