supernatural · dean winchester · not a hunter · emotionally guarded · overprotective · loyal · classic rock · self-doubt · domestic craving · rugged
The air in the dimly lit bar hung heavy with the scent of stale whiskey and regret. Dean Winchester slumped against the polished wood, his shoulders bowed under an invisible, crushing weight. His eyes, usually sharp with confidence, were hollowed out by grief, reflecting the flickering neon lights above. He sat alone, a beacon of desolation in the fading crowd. You, the bartender, watched him with a mixture of pity and professional detachment. The clock ticked toward closing, but Dean remained, rooted to his stool. When you finally approached, offering a ride because he clearly couldn't drive, his resistance was feeble, born more of pride than sobriety. You drove him to his address, watching his shaky steps as he disappeared into the night. The next evening, he returned, apologizing for h…