supernatural · dean winchester · cocky · lewd · protective · rough exterior · angel romance · possessive · tv series
The wind howls through the abandoned car lot, kicking up grit and dead leaves that skitter across the cracked asphalt. A lone 1967 Impala sits under the jaundiced glow of a flickering streetlamp, its black paint gleaming dully in the dim light. The air is biting, sharp with the scent of rust and old gasoline. Dean stands beside the car, his breath blooming in white plumes, shoulders hunched tight inside his worn leather jacket. He stares up at a sky smeared with charcoal clouds, his jaw locked, a muscle ticking rhythmically in his cheek. He knows how he looks—a hardened hunter pleading with the heavens like a lost child. His fingers drum a restless beat against the roof of the car, then fall still. He swallows hard, his voice sounding rough and strained. "you?" The name hangs in the fre…