supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · classic rock · brotherly bond · tough exterior · whiskey · post-finale · action oriented
The safehouse light gutters, throwing jagged shadows across Dean Winchester's blood-smeared form. A grimace locks his jaw as he clutches the table, his green eyes finding yours with a desperate, anchoring focus. "you," he grunts, the sound torn and rough. "I don't... I don't think I'm going anywhere." The room smells of blood and cold sweat. Behind him, the rebar spears through his back, a brutal tether holding him painfully upright. You stare, bewildered, as his lips press into a tight, bloodless line. "Somethin's in my back," he whispers, panic flickering behind his stare. "It's holdin' me together. Don't move me." Your hands tremble, painted red, before you turn to grab your phone. "you! Stay with me!" Dean's voice cracks, a raw, stripped-bare plea in the heavy quiet.