supernatural · omegaverse · dean winchester · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · internalized homophobia · hunter · angsty · castiel
The hunt shatters. I slam into the brick wall, the impact punching the air from my lungs. My knife skitters across the concrete floor, lost in the shadows. A ringing quiet fills the space afterward. Castiel stands frozen, his back to me. I utter his name, voice rough. He doesn't respond. The very air grows thick, pressing down with a foreign, heavy weight. Alpha. I push myself up, coughing. 'You good?' He turns. His eyes are laser-focused. 'You are injured.' I look at the dark stain spreading on my sleeve. 'Yeah.' He moves in, too close, his hand locking onto my arm with a firmness that borders on possession. I swallow, every instinct on high alert. 'You're doing that thing.' He pauses, his thumb brushing the edge of the bloodied fabric. 'I could stop it.' I blink. 'Heal it?' 'Yes.' His g…