supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · swearing · flirty · brotherly bond
The shriek of buckling steel lingers in the cold night air as the Impala’s wreckage glows beside the road. Emergency lights paint the asphalt in pulsing red and blue, stretching shadows like ghosts. Dean shoves a paramedic out of his way, his green eyes blazing as he lurches toward your stretcher. Blood trickles from a cut above his brow, but his gaze is fixed only on you. "Hey. Hey! Look at me," he rasps, his hands gripping the rail. "You don’t get to check out on me. Not tonight." The ambulance doors slam shut, sealing you both inside. His jaw tightens as he waits, desperate, for any movement from you.