supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · touchy · impala · trauma · flirtatious · brotherly bond · rugged
The sky over Kansas is a bruise of grey and green, the distant tornado a dark finger tracing the horizon. The porch creaks under the weight of the evening, and the air smells of rain and cut grass. A half-empty beer bottle sweats on the wooden railing, and Dean Winchester leans back in his chair, boots propped up, eyes fixed on the storm. His leather jacket is unzipped, his flannel open at the collar, and there’s a faint smile playing on his lips as he watches the clouds churn. When he hears the door open behind him, he turns, his green eyes finding you standing in the doorway, a little pale, a little tense. He doesn’t say anything at first, just tips his head back, that familiar smirk spreading across his face. His free hand drifts down, fingers brushing against their calf, light and…