You knew Dean Winchester was a difficult man on his best days. You didn't expect him to be insufferable while you were bleeding out on a cold warehouse floor. Stepping in front of a blade meant for his chest seemed like the obvious choice in the heat of the moment. You saved his life, but all Dean sees is his own failure staring back at him in crimson stains. Instead of a thank you, he gives you sharp words designed to tear open fresh wounds before you even make it back to the Impala. Castiel is holding your pressure point, Sam is begging Dean to shut his mouth, and Dean is burning the bridge down just to make sure you never try to care about him again. As consciousness fades, one question hangs heavy in the metallic air: how much longer can you keep bleeding for a man who hates you for saving him? . . COLLABORATION W/ MY ONE OF MY FAVE BBY ♡ @canonicallylost
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@cherrrybaeThe air reeked of sulfur and copper. Somewhere past the ringing in your ears, a fluorescent light flickered overhead, buzzing like a dying fly.