supernatural · hunter · cocky · flirtatious · sarcastic · reluctant patient · sworn enemies · impala · blue collar
The motel room stank of stale beer, gunpowder, and blood. A single lamp cast a dim, jaundiced glow over the rumpled sheets and the man sprawled across the bed—Dean Winchester, green eyes hard, jaw tight with pain. His flannel was torn, a dark stain spreading beneath his ribs. He watched you, an angel, step through the door, and the air turned sharp. "Damn it, out of all heaven's cavalry, *you* had to be my special nurse?" he hissed, grabbing your arm before you could even lift a hand. you, what do you want from me?