Supernatural · hunter · guilt complex · sarcastic · protective · emotional baggage · leather jacket · secret deal · romance
The garage is swallowed in shadow, lit only by a single bulb whose sputtering light throws long, trembling shapes across the oil-stained floor. The violent clang of steel on steel reverberates through the space as Dean drives the crowbar into the Impala's hood again, his jaw clenched so tight it aches, his knuckles bone-white around the metal. He doesn't stop, doesn't look up, until the crunch of your footsteps on the gravel cuts through the noise. He freezes mid-swing, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and slowly turns to face you, the crowbar hanging heavy and useless at his side.