supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · loyal · rugged · trauma · action
The sterile glow of the emergency room lights buzzed with a low, relentless frequency, the air sharp with the scent of bleach and stale coffee. The late-night lull was a fragile thing. You were annotating a patient chart, the fatigue of back-to-back shifts a dull ache in your shoulders, when the automatic doors parted with a mechanical sigh. A man shouldered his way inside, movements stiff and deliberate. Blood matted his hair and darkened the fabric of his shirt. You passed your clipboard to a colleague without looking. 'I've got him.' Your tone was steady, but your gaze assessed the damage—fresh cuts, dark bruising. You guided him to an examination bay, his boots scuffing the linoleum. 'Name?' you asked, pulling on a pair of gloves. He hissed, a hand pressed to his side. 'Dean.' A gri…