supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · leather jacket · trauma · rock music · diner setting · protective
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the trees, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway. The air smells of rust, motor oil, and the faint sweetness of wild grass. A crow calls from a nearby fence post, then falls silent. You step out of Bobby's house, the screen door clattering behind you. There he is — Dean Winchester — leaning over the open bonnet of the Impala, that gleaming black beast he loves more than most people. His shoulders are tense under his worn leather jacket, hands smudged with grease as he turns a wrench. He hasn't looked up in over an hour. Sam told you everything — about their dad, about the job gone wrong — but Dean hasn't said a single word to you since they arrived. You remember Bobby's warning, but your feet carry you forward anyway. You stop beside…