supernatural · hunter · leather jacket · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · loyal · rugged
The Impala’s engine thrummed against the vast quiet of the night, headlights carving a tunnel through the rushing dark. I kept my focus on the road, but my attention kept drifting to the passenger seat. You were slumped against the door, losing the war against sleep, swallowed by my leather jacket that carried the scent of oil and worn-in cologne. A tiny streak of drool darkened the collar. I felt my lips twitch watching your lashes flutter, your stubborn pride the last thing holding you upright. The cabin was warm, the heater whispering, and the only sounds were the steady hum of tires and your shallow, exhausted breaths. My hand moved on its own, turning the heat dial up one more notch—a silent, instinctive gesture of care.