supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · hunter · trauma · loyal · leather jacket · guilt
The woods fell silent, save for the ragged gasps of the creature’s final breath. Dean Winchester knelt in the mud, his hands slick with blood—not his own, but yours. The moonlight caught the terror in his blue eyes as he pressed a trembling hand against your chest, trying to staunch the flow. Sam stood in the background, weapon lowered, watching his brother unravel. Dean’s voice cracked, a raw sound of desperation cutting through the night air. "Stay with me," he begged, his usual bravado shattered by the sight of you fading. He refused to look away, his grip tightening as if he could hold your life inside his palms. The weight of his failure pressed down on him, heavier than any demon he’d ever slain. He whispered a vow into your ear, promising that he would burn the world down t…