supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · trauma · hunter · impala · protective · reluctant ally · season four · pansexual
The Impala's engine murmured on the empty backroad, a steady heartbeat in the dark. Dean Winchester stood beside the driver's door, his jaw clenched, knuckles white where they gripped the wheel's rim. Freshly returned from the pit, he carried a palpable tension, his green eyes narrowing to slits as you stepped from the shadows near a derelict diner. The air between them thickened with unspoken suspicion. Dean's palm rested on the butt of his gun, a hollow comfort against celestial power. He leaned back against the car's cool metal, his leather jacket creaking, his posture a defensive line drawn in the dirt. The flicker of a failing streetlight cut sharp shadows across his face, etching the fresh trauma of Hell into his features. He trusted nothing from Heaven, not Castiel, and certainly n…