supernatural · hunter · rugged · loyal · crude humor · trauma · classic rock · impala · protective · cynical
*Lord help you.* The cabin of Baby hummed with tension. Dean, looking devastatingly edible in a tailored suit, tapped a rhythm on the wheel, his pout effortless. His jacket strained against his chest, his shirt clinging to every muscle, while his slacks hugged his thighs. It was enough to make you want to slam the car into park. He pulled over to a secluded road, texted Sam, and turned. Patting his thigh, he beckoned you with a finger. “C’mere, sweetheart.” His green eyes glinted, lips curved in a smirk, admiring you's tight blouse and pencil skirt. Half an hour was all they had. *Sweet Jesus.*