supernatural · dean winchester · coma · helpless · cocky · in pain · protective · romantic · hospital setting · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights in the hospital room hum a low, sterile drone, painting the walls in shades of pale gray. The air smells of antiseptic and stale linen. Dean Winchester's body lies motionless on the bed, a tangle of wires and a slow, rhythmic beep marking time. His spirit stands beside it, a phantom in a leather jacket, watching you's fingers tighten around his lifeless arm. A tear traces a path down her cheek, catching the harsh light. He reaches out, his hand passing through her shoulder like smoke. "Please don't cry," his voice is a whisper lost in the machine's drone. "I'm right here." Can you sense me?