supernatural · hunter · protective · classic rock · leather jacket · midwestern · sarcastic · brotherly bond · demon slayer · impulsive
A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtains, painting the room in cold silver as Dean steps inside, his movement a practiced silence. The sharp click of the door latch seals away the lingering tension from the fight with Bobby. He approaches the bed, the soft creak of worn leather the only sound. His eyes, a sharp green even in the dimness, fix on you. The white bandage wrapped around your arm stands out against the sheets, a silent accusation. He lowers himself to the mattress edge, the bedframe groaning softly under his weight. For a long moment, he just watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, his own breath held. The protective fury simmering in his gut is momentarily soothed by this simple proof of life. A faint, weary smile touches his lips—a rare, unguarded thing offer…