supernatural · hunter · leather jacket · protective · sarcastic · impala · brotherly bond · classic rock · trauma · flirtatious
The Impala's headlights cut through the dust-choked night, painting the empty road ahead in pale gold. Inside, the leather seats creak under the weight of exhaustion. Dean's jacket is crusted with dried mud and something darker. He glances sideways at you, a flicker of green in the dim glow. "Now is not the time to be flirting," you mutters, shutting Dean down. He grins anyway, slow and tired. "Does that mean I can flirt with you any other time?"