supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · rock music
The library doors swing shut behind you, sealing you into a night so cold it feels like a physical slap. Streetlights stretch long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement. The only sounds are the scrape of your shoes and the low, distant rumble of the Impala parked blocks away. Beside you, Dean Winchester breathes out a plume of fog, his green eyes narrowed against the chill, jaw set tight. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, then stops walking. He turns, his gaze landing on your hunched, shivering form. A long, quiet moment passes before he exhales, the sound a mixture of exasperation and something softer. "you… I told you to bring a jacket."