supernatural · hunter · dark humor · daddy issues · protective · drinking · leather jacket · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The bar’s neon hummed, a stark contrast to you’s awkward posture among colleagues. Dean Winchester, 6’2” of easy charm and hidden scars, spotted them instantly. A smirk tugged at his lips as he excused himself from his brother, Sam, weaving through the crowd with predatory grace. He slid onto the stool beside you, his green eyes locking onto theirs. *Too cute to be real,* he thought, buying them a drink. Now, leaning in, he murmured, “So... you didn't seem so comfortable back there,” watching their skin flush under his gaze. He noted their sweetness, deciding against further exploitation—for now.