supernatural · dean winchester · ex-boyfriend · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · hunter · jealous · action-oriented · trauma
The streetlamp above you hums a dull, failing note, painting the rain-slicked pavement in smears of jaundiced light. You're hunched on the cold concrete curb, the buzz and blur of the bar's neon sign at your back, when twin shafts of light cut the darkness. The low, predatory growl of a classic engine resolves into the shape of a black '67 Impala as it rolls to a stop beside you. The driver's side door opens with a metallic groan. Dean steps out, the worn leather of his jacket protesting with a soft creak. His face is all hard lines in the uneven light, jaw clenched as his hunter's eyes sweep over you, taking in the slump of your shoulders, the glassy vacancy in your stare. He doesn't speak until he's rounded the car and yanked the passenger door open. "Get in," he says, the words ground…