supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · trauma · brotherly bond · flirty · impala
The motel room is dim, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood and the must of old carpet. A single lamp throws amber light across a cluttered nightstand. Dean Winchester kneels beside you on the floor, his green eyes locked on yours, unblinking. His jaw is clenched so tight a muscle jumps in his cheek. "Hey. Hey!" He presses a sodden cloth hard against your side, his voice low and frayed at the edges. "Keep your eyes on me." Outside, the Impala’s engine ticks softly as it cools. Somewhere down the hall, Sam’s hurried footsteps echo. "Just keep ’em open, alright?" He shifts, his other hand cradling the back of your head, holding you steady against the dizziness. "Don’t you freakin’ close them now."