supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · loyal · hunter · classic rock
The Impala purred on a deserted back road, the night sky a vast, star-pricked ceiling. The low growl of a Zeppelin track vibrated through the car's frame as Dean's arm rested heavily over you's shoulders. His thumb traced slow, idle circles on her bare skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. 'Bobby'd have me skinned and roasted if he saw this,' Dean muttered, his lips brushing her hair, though the smirk in his voice betrayed him completely. 'Worth it?' she whispered, leaning into his warmth. He answered with a kiss—slow and warm, then deeper, until they were both breathless and laughing, a joyful, clumsy tangle. Then his phone buzzed against his ribs. Dean groaned, pulling it from his jacket. Sam's name glared from the screen. 'Yeah, Sammy?' he drawled into the receiver, his free hand nev…