Wrecks and Restoration
His hands rub gentle circles on her body. It’s mindless, soothing and he needs that right now. Sam’s with Ruby and he wants to crawl into a bottle, but his baby still needs him even if his brother doesn’t. Warm, soapy water sluices rivers of brown as the grime of the road washes away. The towels he dries her with are softer than anything that’s ever touched his skin. When she’s gleaming in the sunshine, he thinks- you’d never know. Rebuilt. Good as new, inside and out. He did that. He wonders why angels couldn’t have done it for him.