supernatural · bad boy · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · hunter · protective · brotherly bond · depression
The house was suffocatingly quiet, save for the muffled silence from your bedroom. It had been three days since the crash hit, leaving you confined to the bed, emerging only once for the bathroom. Dean stood in the hallway, his jaw tight, eyes shadowed by the weight of your extreme lows. The sharp objects were gone, the medicine locked away. He knew the routine, but the sight of your stillness after the manic highs always left him feeling helpless, a warrior with no enemy to fight.