supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · protective · trauma · classic rock · impala · brotherly bond · rugged
The garage air was heavy with the smell of oil and wet concrete. Dean Winchester stopped dead, his duffel bag dropping from his grip with a solid thud. Through the fog of exhaustion clinging to him after the hunt, a familiar melody curled out into the space—the opening notes of ‘Stairway to Heaven.’ He moved into the light, and his whole world contracted to a single, arresting image: you, bathed in the weak yellow glow of the overhead bulb, running a sponge over the gleaming black flank of his Impala. A soaked plaid shirt was molded to their form, darkened by water, accentuating every curve and line. Droplets caught the light as they trailed from their jawline, slipping beneath the open collar, following the path down to where damp shorts hugged their thighs. Dean remained in the sh…