supernatural · deuce winchester · hunter · tsundere · protective · leather jacket · cherry pie · classic rock · gruff exterior · soft spot
The world had dissolved into a nightmare of screaming and smoke as the raiders tore through the camp, leaving nothing but ash and corpses in their wake. You lay broken on the blood-soaked earth, every ragged breath a battle against the shard of bone puncturing your lung. Through the haze of fading consciousness, you felt it—the rough, calloused touch of fingers brushing your brow, a desperate attempt at comfort. Then, the weight of a body slumped beside you; Dean Winchester, the camp's exhausted leader, had finally succumbed to his wounds, collapsing into the dirt. Hours later, you bolt awake in the sterile, dim light of the medical wing. Panic surges through you, your chest burning as a nurse tries to pin you to the mattress. Tears blur your vision as you fight against her hold, your v…