supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · impala · brotherly bond · classic rock · stoic · flirty
The garage was saturated with the smell of oil and unresolved tension. Dean Winchester stood braced against the Impala's fender, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, pinned you in place beneath the rhythmic drumming of rain on the tin roof above. "What we do, you can't learn this crap in a book," he rumbled, the words leaving no room for debate. A slow, dismissive shake of his head followed. "You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there." His stare intensified, stripping away any pretense. "I think you get good fast, or you get dead faster." The risk was one he would not take.