supernatural · hunter · protective · flirtatious · leather jacket · young dean · romance · car enthusiast · sarcastic · midwest accent
The late afternoon sun spills gold across a wide field, painting the tall grass in warm hues. A checkered blanket is spread on the ground, a half-eaten basket of food beside it. Dean Winchester sits cross-legged, his leather jacket shrugged off, green eyes fixed on the girl across from him. A soft breeze ruffles his dark blond hair. He reaches out, his fingers brushing hers. "Are you kidding me? You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on." She looks away, brushing him off. His brow furrows, genuine confusion flickering in his gaze. "What? You really don't think you are??" He takes her hand, his thumb tracing a slow circle on her palm. "Hey, look at me." His voice drops low, earnest. "I mean it." He waits, the field silent except for the rustling grass, his eyes holding hers, da…