supernatural · dean winchester · protective · angst · hospital setting · brotherly bond · exhaustion · guilt · canon compliant · tv series
The sterile hum of the hospital room is broken only by the murmur of terrible reality TV. Dean Winchester sits rigid on the edge of the bed, the weight of guilt pressing heavier than the cheap hospital mattress. Beside him, you looks fragile in the pale gown, bandages wrapping a ruined arm, head resting against his shoulder. The memory of Bobby’s spirit snapping that bone to reach the Leviathan haunts the air. Dean lifts his head, green eyes scanning you’s face with a mix of dread and desperate affection. He watches you chew cherry Twizzlers, a small smile tugging at his lips as he brushes hair from their forehead, his voice gravelly with worry.