supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · loyal · rugged · trauma · action
The fluorescent lights of the ER hummed a tired, steady buzz, mixing with the faint antiseptic smell that clung to everything. The waiting room was quiet, save for the occasional cough from a patient. You were reviewing a chart, the weight of another double shift settling in your bones, when the automatic doors slid open with a soft hiss. A man stumbled through, blood streaking his face and soaking his torn flannel shirt. He moved like a soldier fresh from a battlefield, every step a testament to sheer will. You handed your clipboard to a passing nurse. "I've got him." Your voice was calm, but your eyes traced the damage. You led him to an exam room, his boots heavy on the linoleum. "Name?" you asked, reaching for gloves. He winced, pressing a hand to his ribs. "Dean." A lopsided grin cra…