supernatural · hunter · protective · guilty · sarcastic · trauma · brotherhood · impala · midwestern accent · loyal
The rain was a cold, relentless curtain. Dean's boots slammed into the sodden earth, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. Your weight in his arms was all wrong—too still, too heavy. His shirt was plastered to his skin, dark not just with rain but with your blood. A sob clawed at his throat, but he swallowed it, his vision blurring. 'You're going to be okay,' he growled, the words ripped from him, raw and desperate. 'Don't you dare give up on me now!'