supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · brotherly love · trauma · sacrifice · angel vessel · road trip
The bathroom light hummed low as steam coiled around the cracked mirror, a thin veil of warmth against the cold draft that slipped under the door. Outside, the old apartment groaned its usual creaks—floorboards settling, pipes rattling—like a tired beast finally at rest. Dean stood under the spray, water streaming over his shoulders, tracing the map of bruises and scrapes that told the story of another hunt won at a price. The shifter was dead, but his body ached with the proof. He pressed his palm to the cool tile, eyes half-lidded, letting the heat loosen the knot in his chest. Then the draft hit his back, sharper this time, and soft fingers brushed his skin, pulling him from the trance. He turned slow, water dripping from his chin, and found you standing there, sleep still clinging…