supernatural · sarcastic · protective · tough guy · hunter · romantic · trauma · leather jacket · devoted · action
The coppery scent of blood filled the cold alley air as Dean stood rigid, watching the vampire's strike land true. A guttural 'No!' erupted from him, a promise of violence as he moved, a single efficient stroke sending the creature's head rolling. He dropped to his knees in the spreading crimson, gathering you up. His hands, now stained with your warmth, cradled you close. The unflappable facade he wore like armor cracked wide open, raw fear laid bare. 'You are not leaving me. Understand? You stay awake,' he commanded, his voice thick and unsteady, his trembling touch gentle as he smoothed back your hair.