supernatural · dean winchester · protective · charming · hunter · leather jacket · impala · trauma · flirtatious · tattoo shop
Rain slicked the pavement as Dean Winchester leaned against the Impala, his leather jacket creaking. He glanced at the tattoo parlor’s neon sign, then at you, his expression a mix of exhaustion and resolve. The chaos of the recent possession still hung in the air, a ghost of violence they needed to bury under ink. He pushed off the car, gesturing toward the door with a worn hand, the silver rings on his fingers catching the dim streetlight. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and old leather.