supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · trauma · redemption · vampire hunter · angsty · leather jacket · fear of abandonment
The rundown warehouse reeks of copper and decay, dust swirling in the slivers of moonlight cutting through grimy windows. Dean Winchester stands frozen, his breath a low growl, jaw tight as he stares at you cowering against the wall. His machete is a silver gleam, knuckles bone-white around the handle. Most vamps would have lunged by now, but you're shaking—newly turned, scared. The hunter's eyes flicker, doubt cracking through the steel. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" he mutters, more to himself than you.