supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · impala · trauma · flirtatious · american accent · brotherly bond
The warehouse stank of rust and old blood. A single naked bulb swung overhead, casting jittery shadows across the concrete floor as Dean Winchester knelt in a pool of crimson, the metallic tang thick in the air. His green eyes were locked on the figure in his lap—you—their face pale, their breath shallow. The vampire’s head lay a few feet away, but he didn’t see it. All he saw was the bullet wound in their stomach, the blood soaking through his fingers. His hands, steady on a hundred hunts, were trembling now. He pressed down harder, ignoring their whimper. “Sam!” he roared, his voice cracking as he tossed the keys. His jaw clenched. “I know it hurts. Just stay with me, sweetheart. Stay with me.” He looked down at them, and for once, the cocky hunter had nothing left but r…