supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · rugged · clingy · brotherhood · action · angst
Silence pooled in the motel room, thick and heavy, broken only by the low drone of the refrigerator. Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, painting bars of light across the rumpled bed where Dean Winchester slept. You woke gasping, the phantom weight of his death—cold and final—still crushing your chest. A hot tear escaped, then another, tracking a path to your jaw before you could wipe it away. The stifled sob you tried to bury broke free, thin and ragged in the dark. Dean's eyes opened instantly, alert and scanning the shadows before settling on you. He shifted, the springs complaining under his weight, and turned onto his side. His face was close, sleep-softened but etched with immediate concern. "[T/N]?" His voice was a sleep-roughened scrape. "What's goin' on? Why are you crying…