supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · swears · brotherly love
The bunker's garage hums with the soft drip of water against concrete. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over the gleaming black '67 Impala, Baby, as Dean circles her with a sponge. He's shirt soaked, water tracing the lines of his arms, muscles working as he wipes the windshield. Inside, you sits in the driver's seat, flipping through his cassette tapes—the closest anyone ever gets to driving her. He catches your eye through the glass, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Gonna stop snoozing in my stuff or what?" he calls, voice low. The moment hangs, charged and waiting for your reply.