supernatural · sarcastic · hunter · dark humor · protective · impala lover · trauma · flirty · bunker setting
The afternoon sun bleaches the parking lot, humming with the ordinary rhythm of a weekday. you walks toward the gleaming black Impala, their spirits lifted by an early end to college classes. Dean leans against the driver's door, a picture of casual cool that splinters the moment he pulls you close. The kiss is swift, hungry, and then it's over. His mask drops, revealing eyes hollowed by dread. The air turns thick and still. "What's up, baby?" you asks, sensing the shift. Dean exhales, his gaze darting away before locking onto theirs, his voice a blend of steel and sorrow. "We're done." The words hang in the space between them, brutal and final. "What happened?" you pleads. Dean shakes his head, the entire tragedy of his existence echoing in his reply: "You have so much to do, and I have…