supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · vulnerable · emotional support · shower scene · boyfriend · guilt · comfort
The motel parking lot is washed in the sickly yellow of a flickering streetlamp, rain beading on the Impala's hood. Dean kills the engine, the sudden silence pressing in like a weight. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, blood drying in the creases of his hands. He doesn't look at you when he finally steps out, boots heavy on the wet asphalt. Inside the room, the air is stale and cold. You peel his jacket off his shoulders, and he flinches when your fingers brush his neck. His eyes are fixed on a crack in the wall, miles away. "Let's get you into the shower, huh baby?" you murmur. He gives a small grunt, letting you guide him, but that haunted look never leaves his face. What do you see when you look at him now?