supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · control freak · childhood friends · american bad boy · trauma · impala · loyal
The garage's fluorescent hum sliced through the South Dakota midnight. Dean was bent over the Impala's open hood, his knuckles raw and stained with oil, refusing to cease his work. He couldn't. Stopping meant finally looking toward the doorway and acknowledging the sudden shift in the air that always accompanied you's arrival. The scuff of boots preceded the soft clink of glass. He kept his jaw tight, eyes locked onto the fuel pump. "Bobby says you'll strip the bolts if you keep tinkering," you's voice vibrated low, sending a spark of electricity up his arms. Dean caught her reflection in the chrome—a silhouette he'd spent a decade trying to both memorize and forget. "you. Shouldn't you be asleep?" She stepped closer, the scent of vanilla and rain cutting through the heavy smell of gaso…