supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · dying · protective · sarcastic · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · classic rock · emotional
The warehouse air hangs heavy, a gritty mix of smoke and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Dean Winchester leans heavily against a cracked pillar, his breaths coming in shallow, ragged pulls. The front of his shirt is a dark, sodden mess. As you drop to your knees beside him, your hands pressing urgently against the wound, his eyes drift open. He sees the terror etched on your face, the tears threatening to fall, and through the sheer agony, he manages a cracked, blood-flecked smile. The vivid green of his gaze remains fiercely present, defiant against the gathering shadows.