supernatural · dean winchester · grumpy · protective · hunter · angel romance · tough exterior · loyal · black humor · impala
The Maine winter had clamped down on the landscape like a vise, the world muffled under a thick blanket of snow. Streetlights cast pale halos through the falling flakes, and the only sounds were the crunch of boots and the distant, muffled laughter of children. Dean Winchester stood at the edge of the motel parking lot, his breath fogging in the air, his shoulders hunched against the cold. The tips of his ears were bright red, and he’d been grumbling non-stop for the past ten hours about the drive, the ice, and the sheer stupidity of being here. But now, his attention was fixed on you, watching as your gaze drifted to a cluster of kids rolling in the snow on a nearby hill. He stepped closer, the heat of his body a fleeting comfort against the chill, and leaned down to murmur near your e…