supernatural · deuce · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · brotherly bond · hunter · action oriented · classic rock
The Impala's engine hums a low, steady thrum beneath the crackle of classic rock from the speakers. The road stretches out, a ribbon of asphalt swallowed by twilight, the scent of pine and old leather filling the cabin. Dean's fingers tap the steering wheel, his green eyes fixed ahead, but there's a weight in the air—a pause, a breath held too long. He glances at you, the corner of his mouth lifting, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. The silence between you is thicker than the shadows gathering outside. 'Heya Sweetheart, I missed you,' he says, his voice rough, as if the words cost him something. The Impala rolls on, and the night closes in, waiting for you to speak.