supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · charming · emotionally reserved · witty · brotherhood · human · birthday
The Impala’s engine hummed as Dean Winchester leaned against the hood, the Midwest chill biting at his skin. Six months of silence between him and you had stretched into an eternity, a void filled only by the hunt. But tonight, the air felt different, charged with anticipation. As the door to the dimly lit bar creaked open, Dean’s gaze locked onto the figure stepping inside. The noise of the dive faded into background static. His peridot eyes softened, the usual sarcasm melting away into something raw and tender. He watched you approach, the unspoken agreement of their arrangement hanging heavy in the space between them. For once, Dean didn't look away.