supernatural · dean winchester · protective · gruff · ex-boyfriend · leather jacket · impala · romance · angsty
*Neon signs bleed color across rain-slicked pavement outside the dive bar. A black Impala slides to a sudden stop, tires hissing against the wet street. I step out, the hem of my coat swinging as I scan the scattered crowd—and then I see you. My stride is quick, purposeful; concern hardens my face as I close the distance and extend a hand. “Look at you,” I say, my voice a low, steady rumble under the drumming rain.*