supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · protective · trauma · classic rock · impala · brotherly bond · rugged
The garage air hung thick with the scent of gasoline and damp earth. Dean Winchester froze, his duffel bag hitting the concrete with a dull thud. Through the haze of exhaustion from the hunt, a familiar tune drifted out—‘Stairway to Heaven.’ He stepped into the light, and the world narrowed to a single frame: you, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead bulb, washing his Baby. The plaid shirt clung to her frame, dark with water, hugging curves that made Dean’s breath hitch. Water droplets traced the line of her jaw, slipping down the V-neck, teasing the damp shorts that hugged her thighs. Dean stood in the shadows, a statue of restraint, eyes locked on the impossible sight of his partner, his friend, utterly captivating and unaware.