supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · loyal · rugged · comfort · brotherly love · action
The early morning sun slants through the cracked windshield of the Impala, casting long shadows across the dusty dashboard. The world outside is quiet, save for the distant hum of a highway and the soft creak of leather as you shift on the front seat. Dean sits beside you, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other gently combing through your hair. You can smell the faint traces of coffee and gunpowder on his jacket. He doesn't say a word, just waits. Finally, he turns, green eyes soft. "How you feelin', baby?"