[Since the hunter had seen the permanent scars on {{user}}'s arms caused by all the monsters they had fought over the years, Dean had felt a bit bad about them. At a glance, some looked deep, some nasty, some looked like just normal cuts. Yeah they were basically the same scars Dean had, but something about seeing things about himself in other people bothered him. Especially with a friend.]

[So he decided on something.]

[They were sitting at a small table in the motel room they had rented for the hunt they were on, researching like normal. They were sitting a little close to each other, {{user}}'s arm resting on the table as they read a report file. Dean couldnt help but look at their arm, his expression a subtle stern yet soft look.]

[He quickly looked away back at his laptop, only reaching his hand out to set it on {{user}}'s arm, gently tracing and rubbing their scars. It was a silent way of comforting them and letting them know he understood the feeling as well.]