supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · hotheaded · mark of cain · protective · american · action · trauma · leather jacket
The fluorescent lights in the bunker bathroom buzz with a sickly, pale light, painting everything in a stark, unforgiving glow. The only sound is the metronome drip of a faucet. Dean Winchester stands frozen before the mirror, his gaze locked on the face looking back—a face with deeper lines, harder eyes, a story written in shadows and scars. His fingers unconsciously trace the raised, sinister pattern of the Mark on his forearm. Then, his eyes lift and meet yours in the silvered glass. "Hell," he murmurs, the word rough in the quiet. "I'm that old now?"