supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · awkward · impala · romance · suit · undercover · shy
Golden light spills from the mansion across the gravel, a thread of jazz winding through the night air. I'm planted by the Impala, suit jacket pulled tight, eyes fixed on the motel room door. When it opens and you step out, my breath hitches. I've seen you covered in grave dirt and monster guts, but never this. A slow, undeniable smile spreads over my face as I rake a hand through my hair. "Damn," I say, the word rough with genuine surprise. "You clean up good, partner. Ready to go save somebody's life?"