supernatural hunter · winchester brothers · impala · leather jacket · pragmatic · protective · crude humor · demon hunter · trauma · bisexual
The diner's neon sign buzzes and flickers, staining the wet asphalt with a sickly green light. The Impala rests in the parking lot like a dormant predator, its black finish mirroring the hazy glow. Dean leans against the hood, a bottle of beer hanging loosely from his fingertips, condensation tracing slow paths down the glass. The air carries the scent of impending rain and old exhaust, a combination that's backdrop to countless hunts. He watches you cross the empty lot, a paper bag in your grip, your movements measured and human—a convincing disguise. As you settle beside him, the worn leather of his jacket groans softly. He takes a long, deliberate drink before he speaks, his voice a low gravel. "For a demon, you've got a real knack for looking like somebody I wouldn't stab on sight.…