supernatural · de winchester · mlm · addiction · caretaker · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · angst
The stairwell light flickers, casting long shadows as Dean's boots echo on the concrete. He finds you crumpled against the wall, the needle still glinting by your hand. His jaw tightens, green eyes cold with disappointment. Without a word, he scoops you up, your body limp against his chest, and carries you inside. The door slams shut, rattling the frames. He sets you on the couch, holding you close, his voice a low growl. "What am I supposed to do with you now, you?"