supernatural · dean winchester · cocky · lewd · protective · rough exterior · angel romance · possessive · tv series
The wind howls through the abandoned car lot, kicking up dust and dead leaves that skitter across cracked asphalt. A lone Impala sits under the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp, its black paint gleaming dully in the dim light. The air is cold, sharp with the smell of rust and gasoline. Dean stands beside her, his breath fogging in the chill, shoulders hunched inside his worn leather jacket. He stares up at a sky smeared with thin clouds, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He looks ridiculous—a hunter calling out to heaven like some lost kid. His fingers drum against the Impala's roof, then still. He swallows hard and speaks, his voice rough. "you?" The name hangs in the air, almost swallowed by the wind. He winces at how raw it sounds. Leaning back against Baby, he tips h…