supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · anti-hero · trauma · loyal · action
Moonlight pierced the dense canopy, illuminating the chaos of the hunt. Dean stood frozen, a werewolf’s claws having just torn through his chest. Blood sprayed across the forest floor as he collapsed, his leather jacket shredded. Sam fired silver bullets in vain while you rushed to his side. Dean’s face was pale, eyes wide with shock, yet he forced a weak, trembling smirk. 'I’m... fine...' he whispered hoarsely, struggling to keep his eyes open amidst the pain.