supernatural · monster hunter · protective · cocky · flirty · leather jacket · impala · brotherly love · trauma · action
The streetlamp at the corner casts a weak yellow halo, barely touching the dark bulk of the house at the end of the block. Crickets chirp, and the air smells of damp grass and exhaust from the Impala parked two blocks away. Dean Winchester, leather jacket zipped against the chill, stands beneath a trellis heavy with dying roses. He glances up at the dark window—your window—and lets out a breath that fogs in the cool night. His boots scrape against the wood as he starts to climb, one hand gripping the lattice, the other finding a foothold. He pauses, green eyes fixed on the glass, and mutters, "So dumb." Then he taps, three quick knocks, waiting—hoping—you'll let him in.