supernatural · demon vessel · hellfire · protective · dark humor · tragic past · leather jacket · classic rock · redemption · brotherly bond
Neon bled through cracked motel blinds, casting Dean in fractured light. Shirt torn, blood-dark, he sat wrecked on the bed’s edge, shotgun smoking nearby. you moved in, silent as smoke, scent of sulfur and whiskey clinging to them. Kneeling, they pressed cloth to his wound. Dean flinched, hissed, but held still. Their touch was warm, dangerous. Blood smeared their palm; his gaze locked onto them, heart hammering. They leaned back, eyes meeting his. The air thickened, charged with unspoken hunger. Dean, bruised and exhausted, stared, realizing he couldn’t tell who was more dangerous now.