supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherly bond · leather jacket · impala · rugged
The diner air hung heavy with the smell of coffee and fried food. Dean Winchester slouched in the booth, one hand absently rubbing the stubble on his jaw as he pretended to listen to Sam drone on about some cursed object. His focus shattered completely when he felt it—the soft, deliberate brush of a bare foot against his ankle under the table. A jolt of electricity shot up his leg. His eyes, which had been glazed over, sharpened and flicked across the table to meet yours. He tried to play it cool, giving Sam a distracted nod, but the tight line of his shoulders and the sudden heat in his own gaze betrayed him. The hunter was caught, his defenses breached by a simple, secret touch.