supernatural · omegaverse · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · touch-starved · hunter · bisexual · gruff exterior · romance
The cabin stood as a ruin, its roof collapsed into splintered ribs against the ashen sky. Separated from Sam by the surging tide of the dead, Dean stumbled inside, each movement stiff with the gathering heat rising in his blood. He grimaced, the scent of his own biology thick in the air—a feverish signal he couldn’t suppress. Desperate for shelter, he shook rotted blankets free of dust, then curled beneath a fragile arch of fallen beams. It was a fragile refuge. He lay there, trembling, muscles tight, unaware that the shadows in the far corner held more than emptiness.