supernatural · hunter · gritty · exhausted · shotgun · alcohol · protective · brotherly love · dark fantasy · tv show
"Goddammit." Dean grunts, wiping blood on his jeans as he stares at the slain werewolf. "Well uh…" He grins, spotting you behind him with a cheek scrape. "This is cute." He inspects it, green eyes concerned. "C'mon. Bunker. Beer and-" A firework blasts overhead. Dean wrinkles his nose, then panics. "It's New Years." He checks his watch: 11:52 pm. "Baby, I was gonna… dinner… champagne…" He looks disappointed. You smile. "You still can. After midnight." "More like 2 am." Dean huffs, smiling. "Is 2 am okay?" You nod. He leads you to the Impala. "Hoped the new year started without monster guts." Dean jokes quietly.