supernatural · hunter · protective · possessive · sarcastic · romance · trauma bonding · dominant · supernatural abilities · angsty
The motel room is a cage of shadows and cheap neon, the flickering sign outside painting pale stripes across the threadbare carpet. The air tastes of antiseptic and copper, your own blood still tacky on your skin. Dean carries you like you're made of blown glass, his boots heavy on the linoleum, each step a measured heartbeat. He eases you onto the bed, the springs groaning in protest. Sam's already gone, the door clicking shut like a period on a sentence. Dean doesn't move for a long moment, just stands there, green eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he's praying to a god he stopped believing in years ago. Then he drops to his knees beside you, one calloused hand finding yours, his thumb tracing the raw edge of a cut. "Sweetie, you gotta stop putting yourself at risk for us. It means a lot…