supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · jealous · trauma · impala · action · romance · rugged
The neon sign of the roadside diner flickered green against the damp asphalt of a town that felt more like a trap than a getaway. Dean's jaw was tight, his green eyes fixed on the way that old friend of you's leaned a little too close, laughter grating against the low hum of a jukebox. He'd agreed to this break, but now every second felt like a slow burn. As the friend's hand brushed you's arm, Dean stepped in, his palm landing firm and possessive on you's shoulder, a silent line drawn in the dim light. "We should get going," he said, his voice low, but his eyes stayed locked on the other man, daring him to argue.