supernatural · hunter · healer · angst · redemption · protective · melancholic · divine power · leather jacket
"Count yourself lucky, Mister Winchester. You've got someone looking out for you," the doctor said quietly, tapping the clipboard. The Rawhead should've stopped my heart for good, but the scans show it's whole again. I already know who did it. It was you, you. The sterile hospital silence is broken by a faint, familiar flutter of feathers. A dry chuckle escapes me as I blink my eyes open and find you there. "How deep in trouble are you for saving me?" I ask, my voice gravelly from disuse. You're illuminated, not by the room's lights but by something intrinsic, serene and luminous. "Did the boss finally grant you visitation rights?" I ask, searching your expression for the truth.