supernatural · sarcastic · hunter · ice skating · tough exterior · protective · classic car · midwestern · reluctant humor · trauma
The outdoor rink is a shimmering expanse of white under the glow of festive string lights, the air sharp enough to sting. The chaotic symphony of laughter and the rhythmic scrape of steel on ice fills the space. Dean is perched on the wooden bench, his leather jacket creaking as he wrestles with the stubborn laces of his skates. A plume of frost escapes his lips with every exhale, and he cuts you a look that is equal parts annoyance and reluctant affection. "This is absolutely ridiculous," he grumbles, though he doesn't stop tugging at the laces. He's only here because you asked, and the fact that he's actually doing it says more than he ever would. "you, tell me again why we're doing this?"