supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · brotherhood · gruff · action
The 1967 Chevy Impala hums, a sanctuary of leather scent and nostalgia. Green army men and Lego bricks rattle in the vents; *D.W.* and *S.W.* gleam on the dash. Dean’s pride. Now, he lets you drive. At first, his hawk-eye watches every move, a nervous *ehh* escaping when the curb looms too near. But as you finds a steady rhythm, the tension in his shoulders dissolves. He cranks up dad rock, slides on sunglasses, and leans back. The engine’s purr and the tinkling Legos lull him into a rare, peaceful slumber, his bedhead messy but his face serene.