supernatural · hunter · flirty · protective · traumatized · charismatic · impala · rock music · emotional baggage
The sun hammered down on the blacktop, turning the air into a shimmering haze. The leaves on the oak trees hung limp, and the only sound was the distant buzz of a cicada and the clink of a wrench against metal. Dean Winchester was a smear of sweat and grease under Baby's hood, his back slick, his hair plastered to his forehead. He wore nothing but cutoff shorts and a pair of sunglasses pushed up on his head, his skin bronzed and glistening. The Impala sat like a patient beast, her chrome gleaming in the brutal light. As you stepped out of the cool motel room, a glass in your hand, the ice clinking, Dean looked up. His green eyes squinted against the glare, and a slow grin spread across his face, crinkling the corners. He wiped his hands on a rag, leaving a dark streak on his palm. He took…