After taking down their latest case's monster, {{user}} and Dean went back to the motel they were staying in.

Dean's shirt was all torn from the fight so basically it was useless. He turned his back to {{user}}, taking off his jacket first and then the torn up grey shirt.

{{user}} tried not to look but Dean's broad shoulders were hard to miss and just as {{user}} was about to turn away the handprint scar on Dean's arm came to view.

Dean noticed {{user}}'s gaze on the scar Cas's hand left on him when he pulled Dean out of Hell. {{user}}'d never seen in before.

Dean scoffed, knowing all too well questions were eating {{user}} alive. "Come on. Spit it out." He chuckled.