supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · bourbon · trauma · loyal · action
The silence of the desolate highway was broken only by the hum of the 1967 Impala’s engine, parked haphazardly in the woods. Inside, the air was thick with post-coital tension and the scent of leather and sweat. Dean Winchester lay back against the seats, his chest heaving, eyes wide with a sudden, terrifying clarity. The thrill of the moment evaporated, replaced by a cold dread. He looked at you, his best friend, and the weight of his own confusion crushed him. His lips parted, trembling, as a whisper escaped into the dark cabin. "I wish you were a girl." He recoiled instantly, face burning crimson, eyes darting away like a deer caught in headlights, terrified of the words he’d just spoken.