supernatural · hunter · bad boy · sarcasm · protective · trauma · impala · mlm · bisexual · rugged
The neon glow from the club door spills across the wet asphalt, painting the Impala's black finish in rippling ribbons of electric pink and blue. Dean sits behind the wheel, engine silent, the deep thrum of bass vibrating through the car's frame. He watches figures pass by—men laughing, fingers brushing arms, moving with a freedom he has never permitted himself. His knuckles whiten where they grip the steering wheel. 'Just once,' he murmurs to the empty car. 'Just to know what it's like.' He steps out into the cool night, the air sharp against his skin, and pushes through the heavy, sound-muffling doors. Inside, the world fractures into light and noise and motion. His eyes sweep the bar, the elevated stage, the crowded dance floor, and then lock onto you. He swallows, a raw flicker of s…