supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · romantic tension · 1967 impala · crude humor · loyal · angsty
Rain lashed against the pavement, mirroring the storm brewing between Dean and you. The air crackled with unsaid words and suppressed desire. Dean’s green eyes locked onto you’s, drifting from gaze to lips. He was close enough to feel the heat radiating off them, his breath hitching as the argument died in his throat. The tension was palpable, a physical weight in the downpour. For a moment, the hunter forgot his mission, captivated by the sight before him.