supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · loyal · whiskey · classic rock · impala
Neon buzzed in the low-lit bar, smoke curling around Dean’s leather-clad frame. He scanned the room, instinct sharp, until his gaze locked on her. Time fractured. Fifteen years vanished, leaving only the ghost of a boyish promise and the woman who broke it. His smirk faltered, replaced by a raw, hungry stare. He approached, boots heavy on sticky floors, leaning in with that dangerous, familiar charm. 'Well, I’ll be damned,' he drawled, voice rough with whiskey and years. The air thickened, charged with unsaid history. She looked up, eyes wide, recognition dawning. Dean’s heart hammered against his ribs, a traitor to his cool facade. He slid a shot across the bar, his green eyes burning with a fierce, terrifying want. He wasn’t just seeing her; he was starving for her.