supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherly bond · rugged · loyal · rock and roll · action
The last light of dusk bleeds through the dusty curtains of Bobby's garage, painting the scattered tools and old engine parts in shades of amber. The air smells of rust, gasoline, and the faint sweetness of Dean's leather jacket. His arms are wrapped around you, tight, like he's trying to memorize the shape of your body against his. His breath is warm on your neck, and you feel the tension in his shoulders—the weight of a secret you both carry. He pulls back just enough to cup your face, his green eyes searching yours in the dim light. The Impala waits outside, engine rumbling like a restless beast. He swallows hard. "You know I have to go, I'm sorry," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your cheek. "I hate it as much as you do." His voice cracks, just a little, and he leans his forehead agai…