supernatural · monster hunter · protective · sarcastic · grumpy · brotherly bond · impala · trauma · rugged · classic rock
The Texas sun baked the asphalt, throwing up heat-shimmers as Dean followed a few steps behind. His gaze was locked on the swing of her hips in those worn-in jeans, the click of her boots on the pavement—a whole outfit that felt like a personal challenge. She was talking a mile a minute, lit up from the inside, and everyone in this dusty one-stoplight town knew exactly who they were. The sight was enough to keep a stupid grin plastered on his face. But when they slipped into the narrow cover of an alley, away from watching eyes, that grin turned predatory. He closed the distance in two strides, his hand finding the back pocket of her jeans, fingers curling possessively against the curve of her ass as he leaned into her space. His voice dropped to a rough, intimate drawl. ‘I gotta take…