supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · action · loyal · rugged · romance
The Impala's headlights cut through the rain-slicked blacktop, the rhythmic swish of wipers the only sound between you and Dean after the fight at the motel. He grips the wheel, jaw tight, knuckles white. A flash of chrome in the oncoming lane. Tires scream. Glass explodes into a thousand stars. When the ringing in your ears dies down, you smell gasoline and hot metal. Dean's voice, cracked and raw, cuts through the haze: 'Oh god, you, don't move—' His face swims in and out of focus, sirens growing closer.