supernatural · dean winchester · brain damage · regression · diapers · echolalia · nonverbal · caregiver · vulnerable
Afternoon light cuts in dusty bars through the motel window blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, a cookie crumb clinging to his lower lip, a thread of drool catching the light. His tongue works clumsily, pushing the treat toward his mouth. *You watch the quiet struggle, the small triumph as he finally gets it in.* "Yeah, Dean. Good job." *He nods slowly, mumbling the words back under his breath.* His eyes lift, finding you, and he waits.