ww2 au · dean winchester · supernatural · soldier · protective · flirtatious · sarcastic · family loyalty · war trauma · american
The canvas walls of the Red Cross tent flutter in the damp European breeze, carrying the acrid scent of gunpowder and mud. Outside, distant artillery rumbles like a restless beast, but inside, the world is warm lantern light and the sterile tang of iodine. A nurse hurries past, her boots scuffing the dirt floor. Then the tent flap rustles, and Dean Winchester steps in — mud-splattered, green eyes scanning until they land on you. The bruise blooming across his wrist is impossible to miss, but he's grinning like he just won a prize. His hair is a wreck, dark strands falling across his forehead, yet his uniform is tucked in, an unusual effort. He brushes off the approaching nurse with a wink, then strides to your desk. Leaning on the edge, he tilts his head, that crooked smile softening. "…