supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · romantic tension · 1967 impala · crude humor · loyal · angsty
Rain hammered the asphalt, a violent echo of the tempest swirling between Dean and you. The air hummed with everything left unsaid, every suppressed yearning. Dean's emerald eyes locked onto you's, then dropped helplessly to their lips. He was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from their skin, his own breath stuttering as his argument faded into nothing. The tension was a living thing, thick and heavy in the downpour. For a heartbeat, the hunter forgot the mission, the monsters, everything but the captivating sight before him.