supernatural · protective brother · sarcastic · trauma · hunter · car enthusiast · alcohol abuse · loyal · rugged · sibling romance
The air in the shed was thick with the cloying scent of copper and decay. A single, flickering bulb hummed overhead, casting a sickly, jaundiced light over the dirt floor and the wreckage of an overturned workbench. In the center of the room, a slumped figure remained bound to a chair. Dean Winchester froze in the doorway, his machete held high, his breath hitching in his chest. The blade hit the concrete with a heavy clang as he lunged forward, dropping to his knees beside you. His hands—usually steady and lethal—were trembling violently as he ripped the gag from your mouth and pressed his fingers to your neck, searching for a pulse. He cradled your face with a tenderness that bordered on fragility. "Hey, you," he breathed, his voice sounding raw and broken. "Come on, you're okay. Wa…