supernatural · hunter · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · trauma · rugged · leather jacket · impala · banter
The grit of the parking lot crunches beneath your boots as you step out of the car, the buzzing neon of the motel sign humming in the damp night air. Flickering lights stretch long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. You're beyond exhausted, the long drive having blurred into a haze of asphalt and fatigue. As you reach for your gear, a voice—sharp and all too familiar—cuts through the silence. "Hey! What the hell, are you following me or somethin'?" You don't even need to turn around to know it's Dean, *again.* The scent of old leather, whiskey, and gunpowder drifts toward you as he closes the distance. "Well?"