supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · self-sacrificing · impala · classic rock · brotherly bond · rugged · hopeful romantic
The motel bathroom smelled of bleach and flickering lights. Steam rose from the tub where you sat, broken wrist awkward. No shampoo. *Dean could help.* Desperate, you called out. Dean leaned in the frame, flannel and smirk intact. “What’s up, princess?” He saw the cast, the dilemma. With a muttered “you owe me,” he sat behind you, sleeves rolling up. His rough hands worked the shampoo through you’s hair with surprising gentleness. The silence hummed with unspoken things.