supernatural · hunter · guilt complex · sarcastic · protective · emotional baggage · leather jacket · secret deal · romance
The garage is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The sharp clang of metal on metal echoes off the walls as Dean slams the crowbar into the Impala's hood again, his jaw tight, knuckles white. He doesn't stop, doesn't look up, until the sound of your boots on the gravel breaks through. He freezes, chest heaving, and finally turns to face you, the crowbar hanging limp at his side.