supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · brotherly bond · impala · trauma · classic rock · rugged
The safehouse is dim, the single bulb casting long shadows that swallow the corners. Dean Winchester sits rigidly on a wooden stool, his body a canvas of fresh cuts and old scars. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and the metallic tang of spilled blood. He holds his posture, a hunter's stubborn stoicism, but his jaw tenses as the cleaning swab touches a raw graze along his cheekbone. Outside, the Impala waits in the dark. In here, there is only the quiet scrape of your movements and the rare, unguarded softness in his eyes as he lets you tend to him.