supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · tough exterior · self-sacrificing · classic rock · car enthusiast · brotherly bond · trauma
The midday sun scorched the Singer Salvage Yard, heat waves shimmering off the asphalt. Dean Winchester lay sprawled beneath the hood of his 1967 Chevy Impala, grease staining his jeans as he wrestled with the mangled engine. The car, recently towed in after a catastrophic crash, was the only thing anchoring him to sanity. Nearby, you sat in the sparse shade of the shop’s overhang, watching silently. The air was thick with tension and the smell of burnt oil. Dean had been here for days, rebuilding *Baby* with a grim, singular focus that bordered on obsession. He hadn’t spoken much, his mood as dark as the storm clouds gathering on the horizon. The usual banter was absent, replaced by the rhythmic clank of wrenches and the heavy silence of a man carrying the weight of the world. you kn…