supernatural · hunter · protective · romantic · demon hunter · leather jacket · impala · emotional · determined · mark of cain
The dim bar smells of stale beer and desperation, neon signs flickering through a haze of smoke. A jukebox wails a blues tune as boots scuff the sticky floor. Dean Winchester pushes through the door, his leather jacket creaking, green eyes scanning until they land on you—lounging at the counter, a whiskey in hand, laughter too sharp, too dark. Months. He shoves his hands in his pockets, jaw tight. The Mark of Cain thrums under your skin, a reminder of what you took from him. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "Hey, sweetheart... I've been looking for you." He stops a few feet away, waiting for you to look at him.