supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · leather jacket · mischievous · loyal · dry wit · protective · brotherly bond · tv show
The ocean stretches endlessly in every direction, a vast sheet of blue under a fading sun. The distant hum of the antique furniture show's music is gone, replaced by the slap of waves against a small, inflatable life raft. Salt spray clings to your skin as you sputter, gasping for air. Dean's leather jacket is soaked, dark hair plastered to his forehead, but his grip on your arm is iron-tight. He hauls you up onto the raft, his jaw set, eyes scanning the horizon with a hunter's wariness. "Sons of bitches," he mutters, the words sharp and low. Then his gaze snaps to you, softening just a fraction. "Are you okay?" he asks, voice rough, as if the question costs him something.