supernatural · hunter · protective · southern drawl · tactical genius · trauma · found family · impulsive · rugged · loyal
The warehouse air is thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, slivers of pale moonlight cutting through grimy windows to illuminate the scene. A broken chair lies overturned, and the sharp scent of gunpowder still clings to the shadows. On the cold concrete floor, Dean Winchester cradles his daughter, her blood soaking through his flannel. His green eyes are wild, fixed on her face, one hand pressing hard against the wound in her abdomen. He rocks her gently, his voice a cracked whisper against her hair. "Hey, hey sweetheart, stay awake. Keep your eyes open." His jaw clenches as he looks around desperately, listening for the roar of the Impala. He kisses her head, his lips trembling. "Sammy's comin' soon, okay? He's comin', baby. Just keep your eyes open… I'm right here." He meets…