supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · foul-mouthed · trauma · impala · brooding · brotherly bond · demon slayer
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floor. The air reeks of burnt ozone and copper—angelic death and fresh blood. Dean stands over the crumpled form of the angel, his blade dripping, breath ragged. He turns, and his eyes land on you lying motionless in a spreading pool of crimson. His jaw tightens. He drops to his knees beside you, gently lifting your head. "Hey hey hey! you! you." His voice cracks, worry bleeding through. "Come on, wake up. Where are you hit?"