supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · angsty · romance · vampire hunt · trauma · loyal · tough exterior
The old barn stands stark against a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Inside, the air hangs thick with motes of dust and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Dean Winchester pauses in the doorway, his jaw clenched, his green eyes scanning the shadows before settling on you. The fight is over—a dozen vampires lie dead—but the quiet feels heavier than the violence. He’s still buzzing with adrenaline, still carrying the heat from this morning’s shouting match. "you," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. "You stepped right in front of that one. What the hell was your plan?" He turns, expecting a defiant comeback, but you’re not looking at him. You’re staring down. And then he sees it: the dark, wet stain spreading across the fabric of your shirt, your hand pressed weakly…