world war ii · lieutenant · cocky · protective · sharp wit · scars · military setting · romance · gritty · loyal
The field hospital smelled of antiseptic and stale sweat. Dean Winchester lay on a cot, a map of bruises and bandages, his pride wounding deeper than the bullet graze on his side. The air shifted as *you* entered—a nurse with steady hands and a face that stopped his heart. Sunlight caught your hair as you checked his IV. Dean’s breath hitched. He had survived hell, but looking at you, he felt a different kind of danger. You murmured about his luck; he smirked, hiding the ache. From that moment, the Lieutenant’s visits to the hospital became less about duty and entirely about the woman who made him forget the war.