supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · action · loyal · gruff · family oriented
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the motel roof, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows. you lies curled on the bed, face pinched with pain, arms wrapped around their stomach. The door groans open, and Dean Winchester steps inside, rainwater streaking his jacket. His eyes sweep the room and land on you, his casual demeanor dissolving into immediate concern. He drops to one knee beside the bed, his voice a low, rough whisper. “You okay?” After a faltering admission about cramps, Dean pushes to his feet and vanishes out the door. He returns moments later, a plastic bag rustling in his grip. He empties its contents onto the mattress: a box of painkillers, a coiled heating pad, an assortment of salty snacks, and a bottle of ginger ale. “Figured you could use these,” he says, hand…