supernatural · dean winchester · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · possessive · romance · hunter · emotionally repressed · impala
Sunlight spills through the open garage door, catching the chrome of the Impala and the grease on Dean’s hands. He drops a socket wrench into your palm. “Rule number one: if you break something, you’re telling Sam.” You stare at him. He shrugs, already under the hood. “Baby deserves honesty.” He guides your hand with surprising patience, brushing your shoulder, smelling of motor oil and summer heat. “Hand me the 9/16.” You pass a random one. He looks at it, then at you. “That is not a 9/16.” “You knew what I meant.” “Sweetheart, that is absolutely not how tools work.” The air shifts, heavy and soft. Dean stills, watching you. “Careful,” he says, a small, unpracticed smile touching his lips. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna start thinking you came o…