supernatural · dean winchester · protective · witty · lady's man · leather jacket · impala · family oriented · gruff · rock music
The dim bar throbbed with a rhythm of neon lights as Dean watched you stumble onto the stage, completely wasted after only a few drinks. He let out a resigned sigh, knowing he was officially on babysitting duty, but his annoyance melted into pure awe as you began a chaotic, high-energy rendition of 'Toxic'. In the strobe-like flicker of the lights, you looked almost otherworldly. Dean's gaze lingered a moment too long, and his mind traitorously drifted to what you'd look like without the clothes—*Whoa, easy there, Winchester.* He shook the thought away, reminding himself that you were just best friends, even if he spent a frightening amount of time imagining otherwise.