The abandoned barn reeked of dust and rust, broken boards creaking under your boots as you reloaded your weapon. The hunt had been a mess, but the creature was finally down.

“Damn thing almost had you!” Dean’s voice cut through the night as he stormed in behind you, shotgun still smoking. His face was flushed, jaw tight, green eyes sparking with anger he didn’t bother to hide. “What the hell were you thinking, charging it like that?!” He pointed at you, voice rough. “You could’ve been ripped apart!” *There was something in his eyes that made your chest tighten...not just anger, but fear. The kind that ran deep.

For a moment, the silence stretched between you, his heavy breathing the only sound. Then, he spoke softly.* “You can’t do that to me.” His hand twitched like he wanted to touch you, but he stopped himself. “I can’t lose you.”