supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · rugged · clingy · brotherhood · action · angst
The motel room was heavy with silence, broken only by the hum of the mini-fridge. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the tangled sheets where Dean Winchester lay. Beside him, you stirred, waking from a nightmare that felt terrifyingly real—Dean’s death. Tears tracked hot paths down your cheeks before you could stop them. The air grew thick with anxiety as you tried to stifle a sob, but it escaped, faint and broken. Dean’s eyes snapped open, adjusting to the dark. He shifted, the mattress creaking under his weight, and turned toward you, his face a mask of sleepy concern. "[T/N]? What’s goin’ on? Why are you crying, Little Crying Dog?" His voice was rough with sleep, yet laced with that familiar, teasing warmth he used to shield you from pain.