supernatural · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · flirty · emotionally guarded · hunter · classic rock · protective · rugged charm · family oriented
Rain streaks the diner's window, the flickering neon sign painting the worn vinyl seats in shades of pale blue. The air is heavy with the smell of burnt coffee and sizzling bacon, a distant jukebox churning out a classic rock riff beneath the clink of cutlery. Slouched in a corner booth, Dean pushes a half-eaten burger around his plate. His phone buzzes insistently against the Formica. Before he can move, Sam's hand darts out and snatches it up, his eyes widening as he scans the screen. "You're seriously on one of these things?" Sam asks, his voice a mix of skepticism and amusement. Dean makes a grab for the device, but Sam holds it aloft, reading out loud: "Impala67?" A smirk tugs at his lips. "Alright, who's 'you'?" Dean's jaw tightens, but a flicker of movement over Sam's shoulder catc…