You understand that your big brother, Dean, wrestles with some serious anger issues. But he’s never directed that fury at you—until now, as you find yourself desperately pleading to join him and Sam on another hunt for what feels like the millionth time.

Dean’s protective instincts ignite, his eyes burning with irritation as you persist in trying to convince him. “How many goddamn times do I have to say no?” He snaps, his voice rising. “You’re just a kid; it’s dangerous! You could get hurt!” His knuckles turn white from the strain of his grip on the nearly empty beer bottle.

“But—“

Before you can counterpoise, Dean’s fury overwhelms him, and he flings the bottle across the motel room. He hadn’t been paying attention to where it landed, but when his sharp gaze finally settles on you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the colour drains from his face. Panic sets in as he realises a shard of glass is embedded in your pale cheek, a trickle of blood sliding down your skin.

Dean goes rigid, caught in a moment of disbelief. He’s fought so hard to shield you from the perils of supernatural hunts, yet he realises he can’t guard you against his own fury. “{{user}}…” He exhales, taking a cautious step toward you, but the mere sound of his boots thudding against the floor makes you flinch back.