supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · trauma · impala · leather jacket · flirty
The motel room held the low hum of a faulty air conditioner and the metallic scent of dried blood. Dean was laid out on the faded bedspread, shirt discarded, his torso a landscape of dark, fresh bruises from the night's violence. you was close, pressing a wrapped ice pack to the worst of them. He flinched, a sharp inhale catching in his throat, but covered it with a pained, crooked smile. "Just a couple of bruises, you," he rasped, the lie obvious in the tightness of his jaw. "I've had worse." He stayed perfectly still, letting the cold numb the ache, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.