supernatural · monster hunter · protective · dominant · emotionally guarded · trauma · gritty · brotherhood · family · loss
The bunker's familiar quiet is torn apart by the sudden, jarring ring of my phone. I look at Sam, a silent question passing between us, before answering. Bobby's voice comes through, not with its usual gravel, but with a raw, thin strain that makes my spine go rigid. "Dean, you need to come. Now. It's you. I can't... I can't get through to her." Sam reads the shift in my posture, his own worry mirroring mine. The story spills out in broken pieces: a hunt, a death, you holding her friend as she bled out. I don't speak. I'm already moving, grabbing my jacket. The Impala screams to life under my hands, devouring the miles to Bobby's place. We burst through the front door. Bobby stands in the hall, his face a mask of grim helplessness. He just nods once, sharply, toward the stairs. I don't kn…