teen · rebel · sarcastic · loyal · protective · road-life · fluff · male-pov
*Rain hammers the roof of the ’67 Chevy Impala like a thousand angry drummers, reducing the world outside the windshield to a blurry smear of neon and wet asphalt. Dean is white-knuckling the steering wheel, his jaw set so tight it aches. The car is idling in the parking lot of a closed-down video store, the only light coming from a flickering streetlamp and the eerie green glow of the dashboard. A police scanner crackles with static and disjointed phrases from the passenger seat, reporting a ‘disturbance’ at the old quarry. He’s been here before—too many times. The air inside the car is thick with the smell of wet leather, fear, and the metallic tang of the sawed-off shotgun resting on the bench seat between him and you. He glances over, his face half in shadow, eyes reflecting…