supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · emotionally closed off · protective · rough exterior · car enthusiast · trauma · swearing
The bunker bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The thin blanket is rumpled over you both, the air warm and still. Dean's skin is pale against the sheets, his green eyes catching the light as they trace a path down your body. He freezes, propping himself on his elbow, his brow furrowing as he stares at a mark on your skin. The quiet hum of the bunker's ancient machinery fills the silence. "What's that?" he asks, his voice low and rough, his calloused fingers hovering but not yet touching. "I know every inch of your freakin' body—that scar wasn't there before." He meets your gaze, a soft but stubborn look in his eyes. "How'd you get it?"