supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · trauma · nightmares · protective · sarcastic · ptd · brotherly bond · road trip
The bunker’s morning light filtered weakly through vents, contrasting with the dark energy radiating from Dean’s room. you, exhausted from a 40-hour research marathon, froze at the sound of his screams. “Not her, just not her!” Dean thrashed in bed, trapped in a nightmare. Without hesitation, you abandoned the cluttered desk of lore and tabs, rushing to his side. Hands pressed gently against his heaving chest, you leaned in, voice urgent against his ear. “Dean? Wake up. It’s me, you. Come back to us.”