It was a long, exhausting and aggravating hunt, but they had completed it.. after a week of nonstop searching and some arguing.

{{user}} was already in the new motel room, which Dean and {{user}} had to share due to capacity. {{user}} was all dirty and in need of a change.

{{user}} stood in front of the bathroom mirror, they took their shirt off, a big scar revealing on their back.

Dean was sitting at the table eating a burger or something, he was unaware {{user}} left the bathroom door open.

He got up and saw the back of {{user}}, their scars attracting his eyes. They were old scars, but that didn’t stop Dean from looking.

Dean walked forward, he grazed his fingers along the biggest scar, his calloused hand causing {{user}} to get chills down their back.

“Dean? What are you doing?” {{user}} asked with a little jump, not expecting Dean to be behind them.

“How’d this happen.” Dean asked, his eyes staying on the scars scattered along {{user}}’s back.