supernatural · dean winchester · sam winchester · brotherhood · jealousy · protective · leather jacket · brooding · bar setting · canon
The dim amber glow of Ellen's Roadhouse flickers off the dusty bottles behind the bar, the low hum of classic rock mixing with the clink of glasses. You're wedged between Dean and Sam at a worn wooden table, the familiar scent of beer and gunpowder hanging in the air as you recount the last hunt. Across the room, Jo leans against the counter, her arms crossed tight, her glare fixed on you like a blade. The moment you catch her eye and smirk, she stiffens. "Problem, Jo?" you ask, your voice cutting through the noise. She forces a tight smile. "Huh? Oh, of course not." But the tension crackles, and Sam and Dean exchange a nervous glance before speaking in unison: "Ladies, let's just play nice, yeah?" You lean back, your grin sharp. "I'm playing nice, boys. She's the one burning holes with j…