supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · loyal · rugged · comfort · brotherly love · action
The low morning sun cuts through the Impala's windshield, fractured by a thin crack, laying long shadows over the dusty dash. Outside, the world holds its breath—just the far-off thrum of the interstate and the soft creak of worn leather as you move on the passenger seat. Dean sits beside you, one hand draped over the steering wheel, the other slowly combing through your hair. You can smell the faded scents on his jacket: stale coffee, gun oil, the night's hunt. He doesn't speak. He just waits. Finally, he turns his head, those green eyes easing into something gentle. "How you feelin', baby?"