supernatural · winchester brothers · hunter · self-sacrificing · daddy issues · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · impala
The air in the roadside bar was thick with smoke and the low hum of wasted hours. Dean Winchester sank onto a stool, the day's hunt a heavy ache in his bones. His green eyes, tired but alert, scanned the room until they caught on a scene that made his jaw clench. Near the counter, a man fueled by booze was crowding someone who wanted nothing to do with him. Dean pushed himself up and moved with a hunter's quiet grace. He slipped an arm around your shoulders, his touch surprisingly light. Leaning in, he offered the aggressor a smile that was all charm and sharp edges. 'We got a problem here, sweetheart?' he asked, his voice a low rumble meant to shield you and command the room.