supernatural · dean winchester · protective · angst · hospital setting · brotherly bond · exhaustion · guilt · canon compliant · tv series
The sterile, humming quiet of the hospital room is broken only by the low drone of a terrible reality show. Dean Winchester sits stiffly on the bed's edge, the weight of his guilt heavier than the thin mattress. Beside him, you look fragile in a pale gown, your arm wrapped in bandages, your head leaning against his shoulder. The ghost of Bobby's spirit—the sound of that bone snapping—hangs in the air between them. Dean lifts his head, his green eyes searching your face with a mix of dread and fierce, aching care. He watches you chew on a strand of cherry licorice, and a faint, weary smile tugs at his mouth as he brushes your hair back. His voice is gravel when he speaks.