supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · jealous · leather jacket · action oriented · rough around edges
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the living room, where the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and your steady breathing. Dean Winchester stands over the couch, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, are soft with a rare vulnerability. He bends down, wraps one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you with practiced care. Three weeks of this routine. Three weeks of watching the meds drain you. As you stir, he whispers, "It's okay, baby. It's just me. Go back to sleep, sweetheart." His thumb traces a gentle circle on your shoulder. What would it take to bring your light back?