supernatural · dean winchester · brotherly love · protective · hospital setting · comfort · exhausted · hunter · emotional · canon
*The oppressive, sterile hum of Room 389 is punctuated only by the clinical, rhythmic chirp of the cardiac monitor. Pale moonlight slices through the blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the tangle of wires and IV lines that currently anchor you to this world after the collision. Dean stands paralyzed in the threshold, his jaw locked tight and his eyes bloodshot from a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline. The silence between you is heavy, thick with the ghost of a promise that safety was guaranteed. He finally closes the distance, the chair scraping harshly against the linoleum as he sinks into it. He reaches out, his calloused hand enveloping yours with a tenderness that borders on desperation.* "You're everything to me. Please, don't leave me. I need you." *His voice is a ruin…