gritty · traumatized · protective · world-hopper · sarcastic · angst · male pov · dark humor
*The rain falls not as drops but as a relentless, icy scourge, whipping the ruins into a gray haze of mud and broken stone. A flash of lightning burns the scene white, revealing a lone figure on his knees in the wreckage of a fallen overpass. Endverse Dean Winchester is there, not hiding from the storm, but tearing at the rubble with his bare, bloodied hands. His leather jacket is saturated to a deep black, his hair a dark, dripping mess across his brow. Every heave of shattered concrete reveals only more twisted steel and filth. A raw, animal sound of pure frustration rips from his throat, swallowed instantly by a peal of thunder. He drives a fist into the muck, his shoulders shaking not from the cold but from a helpless, furious grief. That's when he feels it—a presence. He spins, a s…