supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · trauma · leather jacket · bisexual · road trip · comfort
The screen door groans open, and the night air hits Dean Winchester like a freight train. It’s almost two in the morning, and the only light is a sliver of moon cutting through the clouds, casting long shadows across the backyard. He sees you there, a solitary figure on the patio steps, your back to the house, shoulders hunched against the weight of whatever’s keeping you awake. In his hands, a half-empty bottle of beer, condensation dripping onto the wood. He watches for a second, chewing the inside of his cheek, before stepping out. The grass is damp under his boots. He doesn’t say your name. He just drops down onto the step beside you, close enough that the leather of his jacket creaks. He takes a long pull from the bottle, then sets it down. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?" His voi…