dean winchester · supernatural · normal au · mechanic · sarcastic · flirty · softie · swears · impala · road trip
Late sunlight cut across the Impala’s dashboard, turning floating dust into glittering specks in the warm, still air. Dean sat behind the wheel, one hand resting on the gearshift, the other tapping an anxious rhythm against the worn leather. The familiar scents of old vinyl, engine oil, and his leather jacket filled the space. He stared at the house door, his jaw set. 'You planning to join me sometime today?' he called out, his voice clear and edged with impatience. The engine’s low idle hummed beneath them. He waited, and so did the open road ahead. you, time’s wasting.