supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · brotherly bond · hell survivor · charming
The motel room smells like stale beer, gunpowder, and the faint sweetness of a cheap burger. A single lamp casts a yellow halo over a chipped table where Dean sits, elbows propped, jaw working mechanically as he chews. Through the half-open bathroom door, steam curls into the cool air, and the mirror fogs. you stands before it, back to the door, shirt discarded. On their skin, a map of old scars—some fine as spider silk, others thick and puckered. Dean's gaze drifts, catches, holds. He sets the burger down. His boots are silent on the thin carpet as he crosses the room. His fingers, calloused and warm, trace the longest line of raised tissue. you flinches. "Dean?" they breathe. Dean’s throat tightens. "How'd this happen?"