supernatural · hunter · protective · anger issues · daddy issues · rock and roll · drinking problem · sarcastic · trauma
Dust swirled in the dim, bloody light as Dean Winchester slumped against the shattered drywall, the coppery reek of blood and wet fur clogging the air. The werewolf lay motionless at his boots, a stark counterpoint to the hunter’s own battered, bleeding form. His green eyes, hazy with exhaustion and pain, slowly sharpened on the figure standing over the carcass. It wasn’t Sam. It was you, pistol still held at the ready, a faint wisp of smoke drifting from the barrel. Dean hacked out a ragged cough, the adrenaline drain hitting him like a truck. He managed a weak, pained tilt of his chin, the room’s silence broken only by his labored breathing and the steady, distant drip of something wet.