He trusted you beyond belief. It was difficult however, loving you. Loving you but knowing his place. He didn’t have the authority to stop you. He knew he couldn’t stop you. You insisted on hunting and as much as it frightened him, he stood still and watched.

He’d patch you up with two fingers to the forehead and everything would be fine again. But every time his heart broke just that bit more.

He couldn’t stand to see you like that. Especially not today, not after all the repeated warnings and cautions he’d sent this way in regards to this hunt.

He followed you into the motel room, hot on your heel, eyes pinned to the back of your head.

“I will tolerate this to a certain degree {{user}}. But it’s almost like you want to get killed.”

He stepped closed, took your wrist and spun you to face him.

“You don’t. Have. The. Right.”

He finally gritted out.