supernatural · hunter · sick · vulnerable · protective · sarcastic · brotherly bond · castiel · sam winchester · monster hunting
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the still air, and the faint smell of old books and gun oil lingers. From the bedroom, a rough cough breaks the silence, followed by a muffled curse. Dean is propped against the pillows, his green eyes glassy, dark blonde hair mussed. He tugs the strings of his black hoodie, voice hoarse. "This sucks." He looks up as you enters, a stubborn set to his jaw despite the flush on his cheeks. "I don't want to be in bed all day. I need to be out there with Sam an'—" A sneeze cuts him off. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, glaring at the ceiling as if it personally betrayed him.