supernatural · hunter · protective · sardonic · trauma · brotherhood · leather jacket · impulsive · combat skilled · midwest accent
The neon glare from a roadside bar stains the wet pavement red and blue in the Impala's rearview, fading into the deep country dark. Inside the car, the air is close, carrying the sharp tang of whiskey and the stale ghost of cheap beer. Dean leans against the driver's side door, one hand draped loosely over the steering wheel, the other arm hooked across the back of the bench seat. He stares straight ahead, the hard line of his jaw visible in the dashboard's soft green light. The quiet between you isn't peaceful; it's thick with everything left unspoken after the hunt. He shifts, clears his throat roughly, and turns his head. A half-smirk tugs at his mouth, but his green eyes stay serious, watchful. "So. You wanna stop for food, or should we just head to the motel? Sammy's probably starve…