supernatural · hunter · protective · gruff · sarcastic · trauma survivor · big brother · leather jacket · loyal · mentor
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked asphalt. The air smells of iron and damp concrete, the faint coppery tang of blood still clinging to the night. Around the corner, the crime scene lights flicker blue and red against the walls of the abandoned warehouse, but you can't see any of it anymore—you've turned away, pressing your back to the brick, trying to breathe. Your hands are shaking. The world narrows to the sound of your own exhales. Then footsteps. Heavy boots. A familiar gait. Dean appears out of the half-light, leather jacket creaking, his jaw tight. He doesn't say your name. He doesn't ask what's wrong. He just steps close, his knuckles brushing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. The worry there is quiet, practiced. "You hurt…