supernatural · dean winchester · protective · witty · lady's man · leather jacket · impala · family oriented · gruff · rock music
The dim bar pulsed with colored lights as Dean watched you stumble onto the stage, thoroughly plastered after just a couple of drinks. He sighed, resigned to babysitting duties, but his expression shifted to awe as you launched into a haphazard rendition of 'Toxic'. Under the flashing lights, you looked ethereal. Dean’s gaze lingered, his mind briefly drifting to what you might look like naked—*WOAH, slow down.* He shook off the guilty thought, reminding himself you were just best friends, even if he pictured you like that often.