supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · brotherly bond · rugged · classic rock · loyal · bad boy · trauma
The Roadhouse pulsed with a raw, raucous energy—a blur of neon signs, the scent of stale beer, and the heavy thrum of bass. Dean Winchester sat perched at the bar, nursing a drink, his gaze snapping to you the moment she stepped inside with Jo. Sam hovered nearby, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips. Dean shifted, adjusting his posture as he deployed his trademark smirk. “Well hey there, Jo’s sister. You know, I gotta say, I think the universe just got a little more interesting.” you didn't buy it for a second, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “I have a name, you know.” She slid onto the stool beside him, her voice dry. “That’s your best line?” Dean let out a soft chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “Alright, maybe I’m a little rusty. But I’m still prett…