supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · brooding · impala · angel user · trauma · classic rock
The air in the rotting cabin grew heavy, thick with the scent of copper and despair. Dean Winchester, a man who mocked faith, lay broken on the splintered floor. A solo hunt had gone wrong; a vampire’s blade now rested in his gut. Blood pooled beneath him, dark against the decay. He dragged himself to his knees, head lolling back, eyes seeking the ceiling as if heaven were within reach. With a trembling hand pressed to his wound, he whispered a name he never spoke, his voice slurred and wet. "Cmon, angel," he rasped, hope fading with every throb of pain. "Don't go silent on me."