supernatural · tsundere · hunter · protective · sarcastic · hidden softness · leather jacket · push and pull · trauma · loyal
The air in the motel room is thick with the smell of spent shells and old copper. A lone lamp casts a sickly yellow puddle across the stained carpet, where you're propped against the bedframe, your palm staunching the hot, wet protest in your side. The creak of worn leather announces him as Dean sinks into a crouch before you. His jaw is a hard line, his green eyes locked on the crimson seeping between your fingers. His voice, when it comes, is gravel and exhaustion. "You're a real idiot, you know that?" His hand moves toward your wound, the gesture unexpectedly careful. "Why'd you have to go and do it?"