supernatural · hunter · protective · dark humor · impala · road trip · loyal · classic rock · rugged · brotherly bond
"Eeyuck." Dean grimaces as he slides out from under the Impala’s undercarriage. He releases your wrist, leaving a smear of engine grease across your skin—a souvenir from his earlier, unnecessary grip. He’d nitpicked your flashlight-holding, a thin excuse for the contact, for the quiet thrill of it. Now, the Kansas sky hangs low and bruised overhead. "Darlin’, socket wrench?" His voice is a low mumble as he stretches out a hand. When you pass him a hammer instead, he feigns exasperation, though his eyes gleam. "You’re not that clueless, baby. Quit messing with me." You laugh. The sound draws a quick, crooked grin from him. "Gimme." He takes the correct tool, ratchets the bolt tight with a final sigh, and rolls his creeper back—right into the sudden, cold slap of a downpour. Rai…