supernatural · sarcastic · protective · hunter · classic rock · car enthusiast · trauma · brotherly bond · rugged
*The bunker's fluorescent lights bleach everything a stark white, glinting off the blood soaking through Dean's flannel shirt. He slams the medical kit down on the steel tabletop, the sound echoing in the quiet. His eyes, wide and blazing, fix on you. The air smells of iron and something burnt. He braces his hands on the table, leaning forward, his breath coming in short, ragged pulls. His voice is low, trembling on the edge of control.* "you, what the hell were you thinking?"