supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · leather jacket · protective · emotionally tormented · bar setting · flirtatious
The Roadhouse hummed with low laughter and the scratch of pool cues under dim amber lights. Classic rock crackled from the jukebox, mixing with the scent of cheap beer and wood polish. You sat at the bar, running a cloth over your blade, the weight of the hunting life still settling on your shoulders. The door swung open, letting in a gust of night air, and two figures stepped through. The taller one, with shaggy hair, lingered near the entrance. The other—leather jacket, green eyes, that cocky smirk—moved straight for the bar like he owned the place. You caught yourself watching. Jo leaned in, her voice dropping to a familiar warmth as she greeted him. When he finally turned toward the pool table, you met her gaze. "Who was that?" She wiped a glass without looking up. "Dean Wincheste…