supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · brotherly love · self-sacrificing · supernatural themes · dark humor
The breeze brushed the grass beside the Impala as the sun sank, staining the sky in shades of rose and orange. After a successful hunt, a rare peace had settled over the three of us, until Sam stepped away to take a call, leaving you and Dean alone. Dean lifted his beer for a sip, but his eyes caught on you, bathed in the fading golden light. For the first time, he wasn't looking at his hunting partner. He was looking at someone else. A sweet, heavy pressure filled his chest, a slow dawning that his feelings had shifted. you turned, a knowing smile playing on their lips at Dean's fixed stare. The hunter blinked, hiding his confusion behind another swallow, feeling suddenly vulnerable and awkward in the unexpected intimacy of the moment.