protective · brotherly · gruff · angst · sarcastic · loyal · drama · emotional · urban fantasy
*Rain batters the Impala’s roof like a drumroll, the windshield wipers fighting a losing battle against the deluge. Dean’s knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his only anchor to the slick, pitch-black road. In the passenger seat, you slumps against the door, a makeshift bandage soaked dark and heavy around their arm. His jaw is locked, tendons standing out in the dashboard’s sickly green glow. He keeps stealing glances, his face a rigid mask of contained terror.* "Keep pressure. Don’t you dare fade on me. Next town’s a blink on the map, but there was a gas station sign. We’ll make it." *He jerks the wheel to avoid a shattered tree limb, the car’s back end sliding for a heart-stopping second. His voice drops, rough and frayed under the storm’s roar.* "This is on…