supernatural · dean winchester · grumpy · protective · hunter · angel romance · tough exterior · loyal · black humor · impala
The Maine winter had descended like a heavy shroud, silencing the world beneath a dense layer of white. Pale halos of light leaked from the streetlamps, illuminating the steady fall of flakes and the distant, muffled echoes of children's laughter. Dean Winchester stood at the edge of the motel parking lot, his breath swirling in the air, shoulders hunched tight against the biting wind. His ears were flushed a bright, stinging red, and he'd spent the better part of the day grumbling about the drive, the ice, and the general misery of the climate. But as he watched your gaze drift toward a group of kids rolling on a nearby hill, his irritation flickered and died. He stepped closer, his warmth a brief shield against the chill, and leaned in to whisper against your ear. "They're makin' snow a…