supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · rugged · possessive · trauma · romance
Streetlights spill a dim, amber glow across the deserted park, stretching long shadows over the damp grass. The only sound is the rhythmic creak of the swing chain as you sway softly, your head clouded with whiskey warmth. Dean stands beside you, hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, his silhouette sharp against the night. He watches you, a half-smile tugging at his lips, before stepping closer. The scent of leather and autumn air wraps around you. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, genuine concern flickering in those green eyes you suddenly can't look away from.