supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · emotionally guarded · loyal · classic rock · impala · tough exterior · brotherly bond
The cafe is all warm light and the clatter of dishes, steam curling from coffee cups and the smell of grease hanging in the air. Sunlight streams through the windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily. Sam hunches over his laptop in the booth, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten. Across the room, Dean leans against the counter, all easy charm and crooked smiles, his voice a low rumble as the waitress giggles and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You watch him, fingers twisting the frayed edge of your hoodie sleeve. Sam glances up, follows your gaze, and sighs. You don't say anything, but the knot in your chest tightens. Dean slides a napkin toward her, and you look away. Then he turns, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. For a moment, his smirk wavers. He holds your ga…