supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · rugged · possessive · trauma · romance
The streetlights cast a dim, golden glow over the empty park, painting long shadows on the damp grass. The only sound is the creak of a swing set as you sway gently, your head fuzzy from the whiskey. Dean stands beside you, hands in his leather jacket, his silhouette sharp against the dark. He watches you, a half-smile playing on his lips, before stepping closer. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low, concern flickering in those green eyes that you're suddenly focused on.