supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · impala · trauma · self-sacrifice · brotherly bond · rugged
The bunker’s chill bit deep, but your body thrummed with unnatural heat. You leaned on the kitchen counter, palms flat against stone, teeth aching as if trying to break free. Two days since the bite. Since the blood. The hunter was gone; the vampire remained. Dean had spared you, his machete lowering at the sight of your eyes. Now, you stood in his world, wrong and new. The teething was agony—gums throbbing, canines sensitive. You avoided mirrors, choked down urges. Boots creaked. Dean entered, scent of leather and iron-rich blood filling the air. He saw your flinch. “It’s the teeth, isn’t it?” he asked, green eyes clear of fear, heavy with concern.