supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · emotional baggage · swearing · flirty · stoic · impala
Dust swirls in the amber glow of the Impala's headlights as evening settles over the bunker's lot. Dean's silhouette leans hard against the driver's door, phone pressed to his ear, jaw tight. The cracked asphalt holds the heat of the day. A few weeks of silence from you. He's left voicemails—too many. Each one a stone he's dropped into a well, waiting for a splash that never comes. The line clicks to voicemail again. He clears his throat, eyes fixed on the horizon. "Hey. I uh... I know I said some pretty bad shit last time we talked so if that's why you're not pickin' up then I'm sorry." He waits, then—"So... call me when you get this." He swallows hard. "Bye."