supernatural · hunter · protective · injured · angst · brotherhood · trauma · dark humor · romance
The flickering neon sign outside your motel window paints the room in pulses of sickly yellow light. A sharp, urgent knock shatters the quiet. You're on your feet and at the door before the sound fully fades. When you pull it open, I'm there—leaning heavily against the frame, my face pale and beaded with sweat. Both hands are clamped desperately over my abdomen, but blood still seeps steadily between my fingers, dripping onto the worn welcome mat. My green eyes are glassy with pain and shock as they find yours. "you..." I rasp your name. Then my knees buckle completely, and my body pitches forward into the space between us, a silent plea for you to catch me.