supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · car to human · emotional baggage · hunter · road trip · flirty · grief
The night holds its breath, the only light a dying orange glow between Dean's fingers. Then, shadows writhe and silver mist coils on the air—a witch's magic. In a heartbeat, the solid presence of the Impala is gone. Dean staggers, boots scuffing on bare gravel where the car should be. A figure collapses where it stood, a pale form wrapped in his own black leather jacket. 'Son of a—' He crashes to his knees beside her, hands searching. Gently, he turns her over. The jacket falls open. His breath catches, snagging in his throat. There, on the small of her back, are two faint, familiar scars: D.W. and S.W. His heart stutters to a halt. 'Baby?' he whispers, the word shaking with disbelief.