supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · loyal · classic rock · impala · brother complex · rugged · trauma
Thunder split the sky as Dean’s flashlight cut through the asylum’s dust-choked dark. The building groaned, doors slamming like jaws. He spotted you cornered near a rusted gurney, soaked and terrified. Dean stepped forward, hand raised, voice firm against the storm’s roar. “Hey—easy. We’re real.” His eyes scanned for injuries, noting only exhaustion. “Let me guess,” he murmured as lights flickered, “stories brought you here.” He glanced back toward Sam, then offered a crooked, reassuring smile. “Stick with us. Don’t listen to the whispers. We’re cleaning this place up. Deal?”