supernatural · trauma · anger issues · protective · car enthusiast · hunter · bisexual · sarcastic · angsty · found family
The dying sun cuts through the grimy garage windows, painting bars of light across oil-slick concrete and discarded tools. The air tastes of gasoline and old dust. Dean's broad back is hunched over the Impala's trunk, his hands white-knuckled around a crowbar. He brings it down with a brutal crunch, the sound echoing off the tin walls. His breath catches; his jaw is a hard line. When he turns, his green eyes are empty, stripped bare. "You got somethin' to say, you?"