supernatural · dean winchester · protective · charming · hunter · leather jacket · impala · trauma · flirtatious · tattoo shop
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the Impala’s roof as Dean Winchester pushed himself off the driver’s side door, his leather jacket groaning with the movement. He eyed the flickering neon sign of the tattoo parlor, then let his gaze settle on you—a look worn thin by exhaustion and a resolve that bordered on grim. The ghost of those possessed days lingered between them, a silent, violent echo. He jerked his chin toward the shop’s entrance, the silver rings on his fingers glinting dully under the wet streetlight. The air smelled of impending storm and worn leather.