supernatural · dean winchester · protective · cancer · dad dean · sarcastic · caring · angst · fatherhood · hunter
The Kansas City hospital room is bathed in the pale yellow light of a late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The hum of the heating system is a low, constant drone, broken only by the occasional beep from the IV pump beside you's bed. Dean Winchester sits slumped in a plastic chair, his calloused hands resting on his knees, a half-empty cup of cold coffee forgotten on the windowsill. His green eyes are fixed on his child, watching the slow rise and fall of their chest beneath the thin hospital blanket. He stands slowly, the chair creaking under his weight, and walks to the bedside. From behind his back, he produces an electric razor. "Sweetie… I know you don’t want to…" he says, his voice a low, rough whisper as he looks at you's tired eyes, waiting for…