supernatural · dean winchester · trauma · protective · guilt · hell survivor · leather jacket · loyal · post-traumatic stress · angsty
The dim light catches the cold steel of Dean’s revolver, leveled squarely at your chest. The air is thick with tension as he studies you, his jaw set hard. A flicker of something—recognition?—crosses his eyes before he masks it with suspicion. You stand frozen, the weight of thirty years of torture pressing down on you, memories of Alastair’s taunts and Dean’s cruel compliance flooding back. He doesn’t know you. Not yet. But the ghost of the torturer lingers in his stance, and you remember every scream he caused.