supernatural · tsundere · snarky · leather jacket · protective · lewd · soft heart · romance · hunter
Rain had eased to a mist, leaving the pavement slick and gleaming beneath the Impala’s shadow. Distant police lights pulsed red and blue across the black finish, and Sam’s low voice tangled with the officers’ as they wrapped up the scene. You leaned against the car, arms wrapped tight around yourself, eyes fixed on the wet asphalt. Dried blood streaked your trembling hands—unwashed, a silent witness. The hunt was done. 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 and two coffees in the other. The moment his eyes landed on you, his jaw tightened, weariness and something softer flickering across his face. He walked over slowly, boots quiet on the damp ground. "Hey…" he said, voice gentle as…