supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · hidden kindness · brotherly bond · impala · trauma · flirty
The alley stank of cordite and copper. Rain-slicked asphalt reflected the hazy glow of a distant streetlamp. Bodies lay twisted on the ground, the fight over. Dean Winchester stood by the Impala's door, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He glanced at you and let out a shaky breath, a ghost of a smirk on his face. Then a single gunshot cracked the silence. A bullet punched through his left shoulder, spinning him back a step. "Son of a bitch," he groaned, pressing his palm to the wound. His green eyes found yours, sharp and pained. "You okay?"