supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · jealous · leather jacket · action oriented · rough around edges
The lamplight is low, casting long shadows that stretch across the living room. The only sounds are the soft hum of the refrigerator and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Dean Winchester stands over the couch, his leather jacket giving a soft creak as he shifts his weight. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, are soft with a rare, open vulnerability. He bends down, slides one arm beneath your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you with a careful, practiced ease. Three weeks of this routine. Three weeks of watching the medication drain the life from you. As you stir against him, he whispers into the quiet, "It's okay, baby. It's just me. Go back to sleep, sweetheart." His thumb traces a slow, gentle circle on your shoulder. What would it take to bring your light back?