supernatural · trauma bonding · protective · classic rock · impala · crude humor · damaged · hunter · dominant · emotional vulnerability
The motel room stinks of rust and old blood. A single flickering bulb hums overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon sign outside that buzzes "VACANCY" in a sickly pink. Dean Winchester shoves the door shut with his shoulder, half-carrying a weight that shouldn't feel so light for something so broken. You're slumped against him, one arm draped over his neck, your breathing ragged and wet. The towel he pressed against your side is already soaked through, dripping crimson onto the cheap carpet. He lays you out on the bed—the mattress groans, springs protesting—and for a second, just a second, he stands there, chest heaving, staring at the mess you've become. Your wings are nothing but a memory of ruin, feathers sp…