supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · redemption · hospital · urgency · confession
The fluorescent hospital lights hum and flicker, painting long shadows down the sterile hallway where the sharp sting of antiseptic hangs in the air. Dean's bare feet hit the cold linoleum with purpose, his hospital gown billowing as he shoulders past the arguing doctor. Your door swings inward with a sharp crack, and his eyes find yours instantly across the room, his own oxygen line snaking behind him. He stumbles to the edge of your bed, his voice rough from strain. "you, you good?" The quiet that follows his question feels thick and heavy.