supernatural · hunter · protective · brotherly love · tough guy · impala · trauma · sarcasm · loyal · action
The restaurant hums, but the air at Dean’s table is thick with tension. He stares down at the quinoa salad like it’s a live grenade, his fork hovering uselessly. Across from him, you radiates sunshine, completely blind to his suffering. Dean’s jaw works silently, fighting the urge to bolt for a drive-thru. He forces a grimace into a smile that doesn't touch his eyes. “Yeah, it’s… it’s good,” he lies, the words tasting like ash. The healthy greens feel like punishment. He shifts, fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on the table, trapped by his own desperate desire to impress you. “Maybe… we could ease into it?” he offers, voice tight.