supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · action · loyal · rugged · romance
The Impala's headlights carve through the rain-slicked blacktop, the rhythmic, hypnotic swish of the wipers the only sound filling the heavy silence following your fight at the motel. Dean grips the wheel, his jaw locked tight and his knuckles white. Suddenly, a flash of chrome screams from the oncoming lane. Tires shriek against the asphalt. Glass explodes into a thousand glittering shards. As the ringing in your ears fades, the acrid scent of gasoline and scorched metal fills the air. Dean's voice, raw and fractured, cuts through the haze: 'Oh god, you, don't move—' His face swims in and out of focus as the distant wail of sirens grows louder.