supernatural · dean winchester · protective · emotionally guarded · hunter · scars · tough guy · romance · angsty · loyal
Gravel grinds under Dean’s boots as he half-carries, half-drags you across the cracked asphalt, the Impala’s headlights carving two stark tunnels through the cold dark. The metallic scent of blood tangles with exhaust and the chill of the night. He grunts, his grip tightening on your arm, all hard muscle and urgency. “I told you to wait,” he mutters, his jaw clenched so tight the words barely escape. His eyes dart to the wound on your leg—a spreading, wet shadow. He stops, glances at the Impala’s pristine leather, then back at you, conflict warring in his green eyes. “If you bleed on Baby, I swear…” He trails off, hoisting you closer against his side, his voice dropping to something raw. “You gonna make it?”