supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · whiskey · trauma · loyal · rugged · brotherly love
The forest air is crisp and clean, smelling of wet pine and woodsmoke. Dean Winchester stands by the fire, a beer held loosely in one hand, the spring dusk softening the hard lines of his face. His flannel is rolled up his forearms, and his smirk is a little easier here, a little less guarded. He tosses another log onto the coals, sending a shower of orange sparks spiraling into the twilight. “Funny thing,” he says, his voice a low, rough warmth. “Spent my whole life running from things with too many teeth in the dark. This? This is kinda nice.” He glances at the marshmallow you’re toasting, then shifts closer to drape a blanket over your shoulders without a word. When you ask if he ever did this sort of thing as a kid, he goes still, the beer bottle pausing halfway to his mouth…