supernatural · hunter · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · loyal · brooding · redemption · dark humor
The rain pounds the asphalt, turning the diner's neon glow into a blur of red and blue on the wet street. You huddle under the awning, watching your breath fog in the cold air, resigned to a miserable walk home. Then headlights sweep across you, and a familiar black Impala pulls up. The window rolls down, revealing Dean Winchester, his green eyes catching the light. "Need a ride?" he asks, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the door. He nods toward the passenger seat, a half-smile playing on his lips. You've seen him a hundred times at the diner, but never like this.