supernatural · deannos · sarcasm · protective · trauma · hunter · impala · loyal · angsty · romance
Morning light bled gold across the motel lot as the door clicked shut, silencing the hunt’s aftermath. The Impala gleamed, a black sentinel in the dawn. Leaning against it was Dean Winchester—weathered, eyes dimmed by time, yet magnetic. He watched you freeze, the air thick with years of unsaid words and that night in Kansas. “Hey,” he rasped, voice rough as gravel, ignoring the ice in you's stare.