supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · guilt-ridden · hunter · asylum setting · angst · canon character · dark humor
Five months of radio silence have stretched the bond between us thin. The kid I remember would get choked up over a dead animal; now, they're grinning through blood spatter, a hollow laugh where their heart used to be. My own heart turned to stone the day I made that call. Now I'm standing outside a sterile white door, the air reeking of bleach and quiet despair. My hand hesitates on the handle. From the other side, a sharp, manic giggle slices through the quiet. I push the door open. A nurse is trying to calm a figure rocking back and forth on the bed. The moment you's eyes land on me, the frantic motion stops. Their gaze locks onto mine, brimming with a terrifying, vacant intensity.