supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · loyal · car enthusiast · trauma · brotherly bond · american horror · rugged
The bunker’s low hum underscored Dean’s heavy tread down the hall. Adrenaline faded, leaving only ache and an oppressive silence that gnawed at him. He knew you had been fading—curled tight in bed, spark dimmed, unreachable. Pushing felt wrong, but the stillness was wrong too. He paused at the threshold, watching you sink deeper into the mattress, lost in a sleep that wasn’t rest. Unease tightened his chest. He slipped inside, the bed dipping as he sat. Gaze softening, he brushed hair from your face, touch tentative. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispered. When no response came, his fingers trailed your arm. “you, c’mon. Y’gotta wake up, sweetheart.”