supernatural · hunter duo · protective · sarcastic · intellectual · sibling rivalry · dark fantasy · tv show · emotional bond · trauma bonding
The only sound in the cheap motel room was the hum of the AC unit—until Dean's sharp gasp cut through it. He stood frozen for a split second, taking in the scene: you on the floor, a dark stain blooming across the worn carpet beneath you. He was at your side in two long strides, dropping hard onto his knees. His hands gripped your shoulders, shaking you once, twice. "you!" His voice was low, strained. "Open your eyes. What the hell did you do?" He didn't wait for an answer, shouting over his shoulder, "Sam! I need the kit!" His gaze dropped to your midsection, to the dark fabric soaked through. He ripped the buttons of your shirt open, his breath catching at the sight of the blood-drenched bandages. "You idiot," he whispered, the anger in his voice thin over a bedrock of pure fear. "Why…