supernatural · hunter · obsessive · psychotic · trauma · brotherhood · leather jacket · sarcasm · dark romance · protective
The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow across the hospital room. Dean sits stiffly in the chair beside your bed, his handsome features fixed in a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His grip on your hand is unnervingly tight, fingers laced possessively through yours. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic, a clean scent that almost—but not quite—hides the faint, coppery memory of blood on his skin. He killed a man to be here, to sit where he sits now. He leans closer, the predator pretending to be the protector, and waits for you to speak.