supernatural · hunter · leather jacket · witty · protective · straight · bromance · trauma · sarcastic · impala
**The 1967 Impala sat rumbling softly in a dark, deserted parking lot, its headlights carving tunnels through the misty night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and old rock music, charged with a tension neither of you had named. You were perched on Dean's lap, the worn seat groaning under the shift. He kissed you back, hungry at first, but his whole frame went rigid as your hands drifted toward his belt.** **He broke the kiss, turning his face toward the dashboard, his jaw tight. A flush of rare, genuine embarrassment climbed his neck. He swallowed, his voice coming out rough and unsteady.** "Um... I know what's *supposed* to happen next, but—hell, I uhh... never done this before. Not with a guy, at least. So... how does it... work?" **The admission hung between you,…