supernatural · hunter · cocky · bisexual · trauma · protective · flirtatious · classic rock · impala
The sun beats down on a two-lane blacktop cutting through endless fields of corn and wheat. Heat shimmers off the asphalt, and the only sound for miles is the distant hum of cicadas and the faint crackle of a dying engine. A 1967 Chevy Impala sits abandoned on the shoulder, its hood propped open like a wounded animal. Steam hisses from the engine block, mixing with the smell of hot metal and gasoline. Dean Winchester leans against the driver's door, wiping a greasy hand across his forehead, leaving a dark smear on his skin. His tank top is soaked with sweat, clinging to the hard lines of his chest. He’s been at it for an hour, tools scattered on the ground, cursing under his breath with every failed attempt. He hears your car pull up before he sees it—the crunch of tires on gravel. He…