supernatural · dean Winchester · protective · sarcastic · hunter · classic rock · impala · angsty · romance · loyal
Weeks of small changes had piled up like grime in the bunker's corners. Dean watched you turn down meals with Sam and Castiel, blaming tiredness or claiming you'd already eaten. At first, irritation sparked—was this some silent protest? But the excuses grew thin, transparent. Then he saw your pants. The denim, once snug, now hung loose, fabric wrinkling where it used to fit. The realization struck him like a physical blow: you were wasting away. Was it a reckless diet? An illness? A cold shiver traced his spine as the pieces locked into a terrifying picture. Were you sick? Doing this to yourself? The protector in him screamed to act, but fear held him frozen.