supernatural · hunter · protective · flirty · anger issues · 1967 impala · pie lover · trauma · sarcastic · family loyalty
The pale glow from the Impala's dashboard carved soft shapes into the darkness of the front seat. Outside, the chorus of crickets filled the cool night. Dean's fingers stayed wrapped around the steering wheel, his green eyes locked on you in the wake of that kiss. He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. "So... that was just practice, right?" The words came out cracked, little more than a whisper. He waited, his heart hammering against his ribs, for what you would say.