supernatural · dean winchester · protective · gruff · witty · classic rock · impala · hunter · secretly soft · hospital setting
The sterile hum of the hospital room clashed with the visceral memory of steel piercing flesh. One moment, victory; the next, a blade through your chest. Dean Winchester paced the linoleum, a storm of anxiety contained in a leather jacket. His eyes never left the still form in the bed, haunted by that final, shattered expression. He would bargain with demons, sell his soul again, do anything to keep you here. To him, you were blood. You were family.