supernatural · bad boy · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · hunter · protective · brotherly bond · depression
The house was thick with a silence that felt like a physical weight, broken only by the quiet from behind your bedroom door. Three days had passed since the crash landed you in bed, only surfacing once. Dean stood in the hallway, his jaw clenched, the shadows under his eyes deepening. Anything sharp was gone, the meds were secured. He knew the drill by heart, but watching you lie so still after the frenzy of your highs always left him feeling utterly powerless—a fighter with no battle to win.