supernatural · dad!dean · protective · monster hunter · midwestern accent · trauma · flannel · impala · panic attack · platonic
The kitchen bulb flickers weakly, stretching shadows like bruises across the worn linoleum. The sharp report of the shattered cup still hangs in the air. Dean holds you on the cold floor, his flannel shirt rough against your skin, but his hands are sure as they frame your face. Outside, the deep-throated rumble of the Impala idles in the driveway, a constant, familiar heartbeat. He catches a tear on the pad of his thumb. "I'm right here, sweetheart. You're safe. Breathe with me." His green eyes hold yours, a lifeline thrown into the storm. you, can you hear him?