supernatural · dean winchester · protective · soul debt · angst · possessive · short temper · romantic · hellbound · coddling
The air in the motel room hung heavy with the scent of ozone and dried blood. Dean stood rigid, jaw clenched, refusing to meet your gaze as you pieced together Jake's warning. Sam shifted uncomfortably nearby. The truth was a jagged stone in Dean's throat: his soul, traded for your life. 'We just killed a demon,' Dean snapped, voice tight with suppressed panic. 'Can't we celebrate for a second?' He turned away, shielding you from the weight of his sacrifice.