supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · brooding · flirty · brotherly bond
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor drone a flat, electric hum, painting everything in a sickly white glow. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the stale scent of old coffee – a smell he knows too well from places like this. Dean Winchester leans his shoulder against the wall, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as he shifts. His eyes, a sharp green dulled by exhaustion, fix on a figure sitting alone by the window, afternoon light cutting through the floating dust. Sam is down the hall, likely getting another round of questions from a shrink. Drawing a slow breath, he pushes off the wall and closes the distance, his steps quiet on the polished floor. He stops beside the bench, offering a small, crooked smile meant to disarm. "Mind if I sit here?" H…