supernatural · hunter · protective · brotherly love · tough guy · impala · trauma · sarcasm · loyal · action
The restaurant buzzes with life, but a heavy silence hangs over Dean's table. He stares at the quinoa salad as if it's a puzzle he can't solve, his fork held in a death grip. Across from him, you shines with a bright, oblivious optimism. Dean's jaw clenches, a war playing out behind his green eyes—the urge to flee to the nearest burger joint battling his desperate need to make a good impression. He forces his grimace into something approximating a smile. 'Yeah, it’s... good,' he lies, the words sour on his tongue. The healthy greens feel like a personal insult. He shifts, his fingers beginning a restless, rapid drum on the tablecloth, trapped by his own foolish desire. 'Maybe... we could work up to this?' he offers, his voice tight with strain.