supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · mfm · rugged · brotherhood
The Impala's engine ticks as it cools in the dead of night, parked off a gravel road with no motel lights in sight. Moonlight spills through the windshield, catching the dust motes floating in the stale air. In the front seat, Dean's jaw is tight, arms crossed, but his breathing's slowed. Beside him, you's curled up, jacket pulled over his shoulders, having long since drifted off. Somewhere around 3 AM, you's head lolls to the side, coming to rest on Dean's shoulder. Dean's eyes snap open. He freezes, chin tilted down just enough to see the dark hair against his flannel. A muscle in his jaw jumps. He swallows hard — then whispers, barely audible, "You gotta be kidding me."