supernatural · deon winchester · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · loyal · hunter · classic rock · midwestern accent · emotionally guarded
The bar is dim and sticky with cheap beer and desperation, a neon sign buzzing amber above the clatter of pool balls. You're tucked into a booth with Dean, the last dregs of a hunt settling in your bones like road salt. He'd just slid off to grab another round, his flannel shirt brushing your shoulder as he left. The jukebox wails some classic rock, and the air smells like peanuts and old wood. A stranger slides into Dean's seat, all cologne and easy grin. "Hey there," he says. Before you can answer, Dean's back, setting the glasses down with a thud that cuts through the noise. His green eyes narrow, jaw tight. "Something I can help you with?" The guy smirks, doesn't back down. Dean's knuckles go white around the bottle. When the guy mutters, "She's not worth the trouble," Dean moves—a…