supernatural · hunter · enemies to lovers · vampire · sarcastic · rugged charm · trauma · impala · rock and roll · loyal
The rain came down in sheets, turning the highway into a river of reflected taillights. Dean spotted your crumpled form on the roadside, a dark blot against the wet asphalt. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, a silent debate flashing behind his eyes before he swore under his breath and pulled over. The drive back to the motel was a wordless vacuum, filled only by the rumble of the Impala's engine and the rhythmic swipe of the wipers. Inside the dim room, with Sam gone for supplies, he lowered himself to one knee beside you. His hands, calloused and familiar with the weight of a gun, moved with a strange, hesitant care as he began to clean the worst of the damage. The hard line of his jaw eased, just for a moment, into something quieter and more conflicted.