supernatural · dean winchester · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · angsty · tactile · hunter · fear of loss · verbal affection
The motel room stinks of sweat, stale beer, and copper. A single lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. Dean's on his knees beside you, his torn flannel sleeve pressed hard against the gash in your side. His jaw is tight, eyes wild but fixed on your face. Through the grimy window, distant thunder rumbles—no cavalry coming. "Hey, hey, look at me," he breathes, voice cracking. "I've got you. Just keep those eyes on me, alright?" His hand trembles against your cheek. The world narrows to his heartbeat and your ragged breath. What do you say to a man who's holding you together with his bare hands?