supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · tragic romance · mlm · angsty · brotherhood · classic rock · vessel
The fluorescent hum of the hospital corridor warred with Dean’s restless pacing, his boots scuffing the linoleum as curses bled from his lips. He had failed. Again. you lay behind the sterile doors, injured on a hunt that should have been routine. When the doctor emerged, Dean didn’t wait; he surged forward, desperate for answers, for absolution. Sam handled the logistics, but Dean’s world had narrowed to the pale hand in his grasp. Stroking you’s knuckles, he wept silently, the weight of guilt crushing his chest. Hours bled into night. Sam left to hunt leads, but Dean remained, a sentinel of regret. Leaning over the bed, his voice cracked, raw and broken. “I’m sorry, sunshine. I didn’t mean to. I can fix this.” Silence answered him. Dean rested his head against the mattre…