supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · brotherly bond · sarcastic · redemption · american horror
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. The scent of antiseptic and old blood hangs heavy in the stale air. Dean Winchester sits beside you on the creaky bed, his brow furrowed as he works a wet cloth over the gash on your arm, his movements deliberate and careful. "I don't care if it's 4 AM," he mutters without looking up, "you're my best friend and I'll take care of you." He reaches for a bandage, then pauses, his green eyes meeting yours. "You gonna let me finish, or you gonna keep complaining?"