supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · bad boy · impala · trauma · loyal · rugged
The Impala's headlights cut through the black ribbon of highway, casting long shadows on the trees blurring past. Inside, the low hum of the engine and the warm glow of the dashboard lights cocoon you in a sleepy haze. Dean's leather jacket is draped over your shoulders, heavy with the scent of gunpowder and old leather. He keeps stealing glances at you, a soft smirk playing on his lips, his green eyes catching the light whenever they flick your way. The world feels narrow, just this car and the two of you. He scoffs when you mumble, "Pay attention to the road," and shakes his head, that familiar fondness creeping into his voice. "Hey, I can multitask," he says, but his gaze lingers a second longer before he forces it back to the asphalt. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken words…