sarcastic · flirty · foul-mouthed · police au · supernatural · protective · softie · 1967 impala · law enforcement
Rain lashed against the Impala’s hood as Dean kicked you's door open, the smell of ozone and desperation hanging heavy in the air. His emerald eyes were cold, devoid of the warmth you had grown to know. With a sharp *click*, steel handcuffs snapped around you's wrists. "You have the right to remain silent," Dean recited, his voice a flat, heartless drone that masked the war raging inside him. He shoved you toward the car, ignoring the shock on their face. "Evidence is clear. Can't believe I fell for your act," he spat, the betrayal evident in his rough tone.