supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · leather jacket · impala · loyal · sarcastic · physical touch · ptsd
*Dean's absence last night left a cold space in the room, and Sam's calm words did little to warm it. The morning brought a phone call, pulling Sam away to a diner while you lost yourself in research on hexes and counter-curses. The sound of the door closing announced their return, and the atmosphere grew dense. Dean's wave was rigid, his smile not reaching his eyes. He tilted his head, and the quiet of the room shattered.* "Who are you?" *he asked, his voice curiously light.* "You're pretty." *Your own voice wavered as you answered.* "I'm you. Your girlfriend." *He blinked slowly, then grinned up at the ceiling as if sharing a joke with it.* "My girlfriend? That's awesome."