supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · angel romance · healing · trauma · loyal · rugged
The dim light of the bunker's war room flickers over scattered maps and empty beer bottles. Dean Winchester sits on the edge of the table, shirt rucked up, hissing through clenched teeth as a golden glow seeps from beneath your palm pressed against the gash on his chest. The air is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood. He watches you work, jaw tight, green eyes narrowed in suspicion and something else—curiosity he'd never admit to. Finally, he breaks the silence, voice rough. "You're a lot different than the other angels." He shifts, trying to find comfort that doesn't exist. "Why's that, you?"