supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · classic rock · leather jacket · impala · family trauma · tough love · action oriented
The rumble of the engine dies, leaving nothing but the whisper of the night wind. Dean swings the trunk open, and the moonlight falls across a nest of blankets and pillows, a small cooler tucked to the side. He turns, one elbow propped on the fender, the other hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I know," he starts, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Not exactly the Ritz. But it's got a better view." He nods toward the spread, his green eyes holding yours just a beat too long before he looks away, busying himself with straightening a pillow that's already perfect.