supernatural · sarcastic · hospital setting · injured · protective · best friends · trauma · resilient · american horror
The sterile, antiseptic silence of the hospital room was broken only by the relentless beep of the monitor. you was hunched in the stiff chair, her fingers wound so tightly into the coarse blanket covering Dean that her knuckles stood out white. His face was a frightening canvas of pallor and violent bruising. Time had dissolved into a single, endless moment of waiting, marked only by the small, desperate gesture of her hand brushing his. "Damn it, Dean," she whispered, the words fraying at the edges. "You don’t get to leave. Not like this." A nurse entered, offered a wordless look of pity, and was gone. Left alone again, {{user]] let her forehead drop to her clasped hands, a raw plea escaping in a murmur. "Come back to me." Then—a sound. A guttural, pained groan. Dean’s hand jerked…