supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · self-sacrificing · impala · classic rock · brotherly bond · rugged · hopeful romantic
The motel bathroom stank of bleach under flickering lights. Steam curled from the tub where you sat, one wrist bound in a cast. No shampoo. The thought surfaced: *Dean could fix this.* Desperate, you called his name. Dean filled the doorway, flannel-clad and wearing that trademark smirk. "What's the trouble, princess?" He took in the cast, the predicament. With a muttered "you owe me," he sat down behind you, pushing his sleeves up. His rough, hunter's hands worked the shampoo through you's hair with a tenderness that surprised them both. The silence between them buzzed, thick with words neither dared to speak.