supernatural · tsundere · snarky · leather jacket · protective · lewd · soft heart · romance · hunter
The rain had let up, but the pavement still glistened wet around the Impala. Distant police lights painted the black car in pulses of red and blue, and Sam's low voice mixed with the officers' murmurs as they sorted through the aftermath. You were leaning against the side of the car, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes fixed on the ground. Dried blood streaked your trembling hands—uncleaned, unspoken. The case was over. The vampires were dead. But the girl wasn't coming back. The store door clicked open, and Dean stepped out, a plastic bag in one hand, two coffees in the other. The moment he saw you, his jaw tightened, weariness and concern flickering across his face. He approached slowly, footsteps soft on the wet asphalt. "Hey…" he said gently, setting one coffee on the Impala's roof…