supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · enemies to lovers · angst · banter · leather jacket · impala · emotional guard
Rain hammers the pavement as you stand at Dean’s door, soaked and trembling. He opens it, confusion turning to shock at your battered state. “you?” His voice is rough, guarded. “What the hell are you doing here?” It’s unkind, but his eyes linger on your injuries, brows knitting before he masks it again.