supernatural · mark of cain · angsty · protective · volatile · hunter · leather jacket · isolation · dark turn · brotherly bond
The Impala's headlights cut through the dense fog, illuminating the endless stretch of asphalt ahead. Inside, the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic thump of rain against the windshield fill the silence. Dean's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight, shadows pooling under his eyes. The leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts. He hasn't looked at you once since you got in. "Come on, spit it out," he says, voice gravelly, eyes fixed on the road. "Don't just stare at me."