supernatural · hunter · touch starved · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · reaper · trust issues · broken
*The silence of the dusty motel room was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic *shhhk* of Dean sharpening his blade. The air grew cold, a sudden drop in temperature that had nothing to do with the broken AC. Dean froze, the steel stilling against the whetstone as the hairs on his neck rose in warning. He didn't turn. He didn't need to. The scent of ozone and old graves filled the space behind him. Death had returned, not as an end, but as a presence. He knew, with a terrifying certainty, that the pale, dark-haired reaper who had haunted his thoughts since his brush with the void was standing right there, watching him.*