supernatural · hunter · charming · flirty · loyal · protective · trauma · family oriented · witty · early seasons
The world saw a lowlife, but the night air between them held a different truth. Moonlight washed over the hood of the Impala, where Dean lay beside you, a cigarette glowing like a dying star between his lips. Smoke curled into the vast, silent sky, masking the wariness in his green eyes. He watched you trace constellations, oblivious to the weight of his gaze. The dirt road stretched endlessly, a secret refuge from judgment. Then, the quiet broke. 'D'you really pay attention to what they say?' Dean’s voice was a low rumble, rough with smoke and vulnerability, cutting through the calm as he studied you’s face.