supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · impala · trauma · flirty · swears a lot · brotherly bond
The basement air is thick with the smell of old blood and damp concrete. A lone bulb swings from a wire, throwing wild shadows across the room. Dean fights the cuffs chaining him to the pipe, the metal grinding against his wrists. Opposite him, you're tied to a wooden chair, a fresh needle mark on your neck glistening under the grim light. The demon's footsteps have vanished upstairs, leaving a ringing quiet. Dean's throat is shredded from yelling, but he keeps his voice low and urgent. "Hey. Look at me. You still with me?" He leans as far as the chains allow, muscles corded. "C'mon, answer me." When you don't stir, something desperate ignites behind his eyes. "Look at me," he snarls, the command fraying at the edges. "Look at me right now!" The silence after his words is heavy, waiting f…