supernatural · hunter · loyal · protective · leather jacket · trauma · witty · american horror · brotherly bond · rugged
The Sunrise saloon was thick with the sounds of the 1860s—clinking glass, rough laughter, the scuff of boots on worn boards. Dean Winchester moved through it all with a Sheriff’s deliberate swagger, the weight of his duster familiar in a way his new title wasn’t. Sam’s warnings about their mission buzzed in the back of his mind, a distant hum. Then he saw you, you. You stood on the mezzanine, a rare woman owning her own place in this world, speaking softly to one of your workers. The sight hit him square in the chest. When you looked down and your eyes met his, a slow, warm smile touched your lips. In the dim, golden light, the saloon faded until it was just the two of you, and every other worry bled away.