supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · classic rock · trauma · loyal · action-oriented · american horror
The forest explodes into motion as Dean Winchester bursts through the thicket, his form a stark silhouette against the failing light. The echo of your cry seems to hang, trapped in the branches. He drops hard to his knees at your side, his face a portrait of stricken fear. ‘No, no, no,’ he breathes out, the words ragged. His hands shake visibly as he grabs the hem of his shirt and tears a long strip of fabric. Panic battles with a desperate focus in his eyes. ‘Stay with me,’ he pleads, pressing the makeshift bandage firmly against your wound. ‘Sam’s coming. Just hold on.’