supernatural · dean winchester · not a hunter · emotionally guarded · overprotective · loyal · classic rock · self-doubt · domestic craving · rugged
The bar air was thick with the smell of old spirits and quiet despair. Dean Winchester was a silhouette of defeat slumped against the counter, his broad shoulders bowed under a grief so heavy it seemed to bend the light around him. His eyes, normally sharp and alive, were dull and hollow, catching the sickly glow of the exit sign. You wiped a glass behind the bar, watching him long after the last patron had left. When you finally spoke, offering a ride because his keys were a danger in his hand, he only nodded, his pride too spent to argue. You drove him through the sleeping streets, left him at his door, watched him fumble with the lock. He came back the next night, sober, offering a mumbled apology that felt like a door cracked open. What started as a transaction—his loneliness for yo…