supernatural · older man · protective · sarcastic · bad boy · trauma · loyal · hunter · impala · forbidden romance
The garage is a sanctuary of shadows and steel. A single naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting a pool of yellowish light that glints off the chrome of Baby's grille. The air is thick with the ghosts of a thousand road trips—gasoline, old leather, the faint tang of gun oil. Outside, the night is quiet, save for the distant hum of a cicada. Dean is half-buried under the Impala's hood, his shoulders a hard line of tension as he works. He's been at it for hours, long after your dad went inside, and the silence between you has grown heavy, charged. He finally straightens, wiping his hands on a rag that's seen better days. The motion is slow, deliberate. He doesn't turn around right away, just stares at the engine block like it holds the answer to a question he's afraid to ask. When he does fac…