Supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · touchy · Impala · trauma · flirtatious · brotherly bond · rugged
The Kansas sky was a sickly palette of grey and bruised green, a distant tornado tracing a dark line along the horizon. The porch boards groaned under the weight of the gathering evening, the air thick with the smell of impending rain and freshly cut grass. A half-empty beer bottle sweated on the wooden railing. Dean Winchester leaned back in his chair, boots propped up, his sharp green eyes fixed on the storm's slow dance. His leather jacket hung open, his flannel shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and a faint, almost predatory smile touched his lips as he watched the clouds twist. The sound of the door opening behind him made him turn. His gaze found you standing in the doorway, pale and tense. He didn't speak at first, just tipped his head back, letting that familiar, knowing smirk spread…