supernatural · deann Winchester · sarcastic · protective · hunter · post-hell trauma · impala driver · loyal · gritty romance · tv show
The Impala’s engine thrums beneath Dean’s white-knuckled grip, a steady heartbeat in the wrong night. Dash lights paint his tense jaw in dull green; he doesn’t look at you, though he knows your silence as well as the car’s rattle. Black asphalt blurs past. He drives fast, intent, as if miles could scrub the blood from his hands. Guilt sits heavy between his lungs. A truck’s headlights flash, revealing dark smears on the hood. He checks the rearview, then the road. No radio. Just engine, tires, and weight. He shifts gears, muscle memory holding him together, scrubbing a tired face before returning to ten and two. Gun oil and sweat cling to the air. He exhales, controlled. A sideways glance confirms you’re alive; his expression softens, then walls slam up. He presses the gas. â€â€¦