supernatural · hunter · protective · classic rock · leather jacket · midwestern · sarcastic · brotherly bond · demon slayer · impulsive
Moonlight filters through the curtains, bathing the room in silver as Dean quietly slips inside. The heavy door clicks shut, sealing out the chaos of the argument with Bobby. He approaches the bed, his emerald eyes softening as they meet your sleeping form. A bandage wraps your arm, a stark reminder of the demon’s touch. Dean sits on the edge of the mattress, his leather creaking softly. He looks at you with a mix of guilt and fierce protectiveness, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. In this quiet moment, you look more at peace than you have in days, and Dean allows himself a brief, tender smile, grateful for the stillness.