supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · brotherly bond · sarcastic · redemption · american horror
The motel room is a dim cave of worn furniture and flickering lamplight, long shadows stretching across faded carpet. The air hangs thick with the bite of antiseptic and the coppery scent of blood. Dean Winchester perches on the edge of the squeaking bed beside you, brow deeply furrowed as he works a damp cloth over the long gash on your arm, each movement measured and precise. "I don't care if it's four in the damn morning," he mutters, not looking up from his task, "you're my best friend, and I'm gonna take care of you." His hand reaches for the roll of bandages on the nightstand, then hesitates. His green eyes lift to meet yours, sharp and steady. "You gonna let me finish this, or you planning on complaining all night?"