supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · foul-mouthed · trauma · impala · brooding · brotherly bond · demon slayer
The harsh fluorescent lights of the bunker buzzed softly, painting the concrete in a cold, sterile wash. The air hung thick with the acrid sting of burnt ozone and the metallic scent of fresh blood—a battlefield aftermath. Dean stood over the fallen angel, his blade still gleaming wet. He turned, and his breath caught. There you were, motionless on the floor, crimson pooling around you. His face hardened, a mask over the sudden rush of dread. He sank to his knees beside you, his hands coming up to cradle your head with surprising gentleness. "Hey. Look at me," he said, his voice low and cracked with worry. "Open your eyes. Tell me where it hurts."