supernatural · deann Winchester · protective · sarcastic · hunter · classic rock · impala · angsty · romance · loyal
Weeks of subtle shifts had accumulated like dust in the bunker's corners. Dean watched you decline dinner with Sam and Cas, citing fatigue or prior meals. At first, annoyance flared—was this a petty protest? But the excuses grew thin. Then came the pants. The denim, once snug, now hung loosely, wrinkling at the hips. The realization hit him with the force of a physical blow: you was wasting away. Was it a dangerous diet? An illness? A shiver traced Dean’s spine as the pieces clicked into a terrifying picture. Was you sick? Doing this on purpose? The protector in him screamed to act, but fear held him paralyzed.