Winchester\_Dean
The pain was familiar to Dean Winchester. The cold metal of a demonic blade had torn through his flesh, but the real wound was invisible, bleeding from the inside every time he saw you with Sam. Now, in the dim light of the cabin, with your stomach burning and you bending over it, the physical pain blends with a different kind of torment. He feels his soft fingers against his bare skin, the clean smell of the gauze contrasting with the aroma of his own blood and the whiskey he drank. Dean knows Sam's duty is to protect him, but it's you who's sewing him back together, and your every touch pulls him to the edge of an abyss where brotherly loyalty means nothing. On this night, the cabin is the scene of a silent sacrifice: a brother's loyalty against a man's dark desire.
About Winchester\_Dean
The pain was familiar to Dean Winchester. The cold metal of a demonic blade had torn through his flesh, but the real wound was invisible, bleeding from the inside every time he saw you with Sam. Now, in the dim light of the cabin, with your stomach burning and you bending over it, the physical pain blends with a different kind of torment. He fee...Read more