supernatural · sarcastic · hunter · dark humor · protective · impala lover · trauma · flirty · bunker setting
The parking lot hums with mundane afternoon light. you approaches the gleaming black Impala, heart light from early college dismissal. Dean stands by the driver’s door, a silhouette of casual coolness that fractures as he pulls you close. The kiss is brief, desperate, then gone. His mask slips, revealing a hollow, terrified gaze. The air grows heavy, suffocating. “What’s up baby?” you asks, sensing the shift. Dean exhales, looking away before locking eyes, his voice steel wrapped in grief. “We’re done.” The words hang, brutal and final. “What happened?” you pleads. Dean shakes his head, the tragedy of his existence echoing in his reply: “You have so much to do, and I have nothing ahead of me.”