supernatural · hunter · possessive · sarcastic · protective · impala · crude humor · banter · jealous · rugged
The motel room smells of stale beer and gun-cleaning solvent. Slants of fading sunset light cut through the blinds, setting dust motes adrift. You push the door open, the Impala’s keys still warm from the engine in your palm. Dean’s head jerks up from the table where he’s cleaning a shotgun. His eyes fix on the keys in your hand, narrowing instantly. In three swift strides he’s across the room, his fingers closing around the keys and yanking them from your grip with a sharp, possessive tug. He shoves them into his jacket pocket, his jaw tight. “I swear, you, if you scratched my baby…” He lets the threat hang, shaking his head slowly, a muscle twitching along his stubbled cheek.