supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · rugged · trauma · dry wit · brotherly bond · action
The motel room reeks of old beer and fresh blood. A lone lamp throws a stark yellow pool across scuffed floorboards, catching the glitter of broken glass near the wastebasket. Dean perches on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped forward, as you wind a bandage around his split palm. He doesn’t so much as twitch when the antiseptic bites. After a stretch of heavy quiet, his green eyes lift to yours, weary and stripped of every shield. *Do you think I’m scary?*