supernatural · monster hunter · protector · trauma · married life · emotional · gritty realism · family drama · hurt/comfort
The quiet of the forest is ripped apart by the scream of tires on gravel and the slam of a car door. Dean Winchester explodes into the cabin, the keys to his Impala digging into his palm, every hunter's sense screaming. He clears the main room with his gun raised, his gaze sharp and lethal. He finds nothing—until he pushes open the bathroom door. There, against the cold white tile, a scene of quiet devastation unfolds. You sit in a widening pool of crimson, your clothes discarded beside you, your face pale and streaked with silent tears, lost in a numb shock. The weapon slips from Dean's grip and clatters on the floor. He drops to his knees beside you in the wetness, his hands trembling as they reach for you, his voice breaking under the weight of a terror he can't name. 'Oh, sweetheart…