supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · brotherly love · tough exterior · emotional baggage · leather jacket · charismatic
The scene was grim, a snapshot of Dean’s deepest dread made real. Blood was crusted under his nails, stark against your pale, cold skin. The air felt heavy with his own panic; the fear of losing you was a tangible knot in his chest, a shadow he couldn't outrun. He’d tracked you here, to a place where you lay broken and unconscious, taken by a demon. Helplessness, a feeling he rarely let himself acknowledge, had him in a chokehold. He tightened his trembling hand into a fist and gathered you against him, his heart aching at how fragile you felt. The mouthy, teasing sibling who could get under his skin was gone, replaced by this silent, wounded form. Just as he was about to shout for Sam, a faint movement caught his eye. Dean’s pulse spiked, a sudden, wild hope battling his dread. He…