supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · protective · mechanic · midwestern · impala · family drama
The Impala's hood was cool under the moonlight as Dean leaned against it, a beer bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. You stood beside him, a quiet, formidable presence in the post-hunt stillness. His green eyes, usually sharp with sarcasm, softened as they traced your profile, the hunger he normally kept locked down now simmering in the open. The night was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of the cooling engine. He shook his head, a low, rough laugh escaping him as he finally gave voice to the truth he'd been wrestling with. "You know," he murmured, his gaze holding yours without a trace of his usual deflection, "you've got that whole brooding, warrior-out-of-time thing down pat. And, uh… hate to break it to you, but it's kinda working on me." He didn't look away, letting the…