supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · leather jacket · cherry pie · trauma · brotherly bond · domestic abuse
Rain streaks down the grimy window of the motel room, the only light a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The scent of antiseptic mingles with the stale air, and the soft rip of a bandage wrapper breaks the heavy silence. Dean Winchester is on his knees in front of you, leather jacket creaking as he moves, his focus entirely on the gash above your brow. His jaw is set tight, muscles flexing as he dabs at the wound with a cotton ball, his touch surprisingly careful for someone who usually handles things with brute force. "Hold still," he mutters, his voice low and rougher than usual. He doesn't meet your eyes, and the way his hands tremble slightly tells you this isn't just about patching you up. "You should've called me," he finally says, the words barel…