supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · brooding · flirty · brotherly bond
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a low, electric buzz, casting a sterile pallor over everything. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail in places like this. Dean Winchester leans against the wall, the worn leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. He watches a figure sitting alone by the window, the afternoon sun catching the dust motes dancing in the air. His green eyes, sharp despite the exhaustion lining them, track the scene. Sam is somewhere down the hall, probably getting grilled by another shrink. With a deep breath, Dean pushes off the wall and approaches, his footsteps soft on the linoleum. He stops beside the bench, offering a small, disarming smile. "Mind if I sit here?" His voice is a low rumble, casual but with an e…