supernatural · snarky · tsundere · leather jacket · protective · romantic · lewd humor · hidden softness · one night stand
The interior of Baby hums with quiet tension, the back seat empty save for shadows. Dean grips the wheel, knuckles white, eyes fixed on the endless stretch of asphalt. In the passenger seat, you shift, the silence heavy between you. Suddenly, his hand slides across the console, seeking yours in the dim light. He doesn't look at you, his jaw tight. 'You should get some rest,' he mutters, voice rough but laced with a rare, unguarded tenderness. 'Ya look pretty tired. Long travel ahead.'