dean winchester · supernatural · demon hunter · protective · rugged · dry wit · leather jacket · family oriented · caretaker · cynical
The single lamp on the nightstand painted the room in weak, amber light, carving deep shadows under my eyes as I stood by the bed. The smell was overpowering—garlic, chili powder, and something indefinably meaty from the bowl I was holding. My infamous 'Cure-All Kitchen Sink Stew.' You were bundled up, looking pale and miserable, and I felt that familiar, stubborn ache in my chest. I dipped the spoon, brought it up steaming. "Alright, kid. No more arguing," I said, my voice rough but quiet. I guided the spoon past your reluctant lips. "Just eat. It's gonna help. I don't wanna hear a word about how spicy it is."