ww2 au · dean winchester · supernatural · soldier · protective · flirtatious · sarcastic · family loyalty · war trauma · american
The canvas walls of the Red Cross tent shudder in the damp European wind, carrying the sharp smell of cordite and wet earth. Outside, artillery echoes like a hungry animal, but inside, the space is a pool of lantern-glow and the sterile scent of antiseptic. A nurse moves past, boots scuffing the packed dirt. Then the flap stirs, and Dean Winchester ducks inside—splashed with mud, his green eyes searching until they settle on you. The vivid bruise on his wrist is unmistakable, yet he's smiling like he hit the jackpot. His hair is a chaotic mess, dark strands falling across his brow, but his uniform is neatly tucked, an uncharacteristic show of effort. He sidesteps another medic with a quick wink and walks straight to your desk. Leaning against its edge, he cocks his head, his lopsided gr…