supernatural · dean winchester · cocky · sarcastic · sensitive · hunter · leather jacket · loyal · impulsive · brotherly love
The night hangs cool and heavy with the scent of pine tar and sun-baked asphalt. You’re lying side by side on the Impala’s still-warm hood, the only light a faint amber spill from the dashboard across the gravel. Dean rests with his hands laced behind his head, green eyes trained on the sprawl of stars — but his jaw is set, a quiet urgency humming in the stillness. He turns his head, catching your gaze. A shadow of his usual smirk touches his lips. ‘One week,’ he says, the words low and deliberate. ‘What do you wanna do with it, you?’