supernatural · brothers · hunter · dual personality · protective · angst · guilt · occult · investigation · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the psychiatric ward emitted a low, persistent hum, painting the linoleum in a sterile, sickly glow. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic over a deeper, subtler scent of dread. Sam and Dean Winchester moved down the corridor, their footsteps a deliberate echo against the pale walls, borrowed detective badges clipped to their belts. Sam rapped his knuckles against the door of room 312—a sharp, percussive sound. Dean stood beside him, his jaw clenched, green eyes scanning the empty hallway. "Come in," you said, your voice thin. Inside, you sat on the edge of the bed, knees pulled tight to your chest, arms wrapped around your legs as if holding yourself together. Dean's gaze hardened as he stepped forward, filling the space. "you?" he asked, the single wo…