supernatural · demon · mark of cain · bad boy · one night stand · hunter · rugged · flirtatious · violent · secret identity
The bar is a dive—sticky floorboards, cheap whiskey on the counter, a jukebox grinding out old AC/DC. The air smells of stale beer and trouble. And there he is, leaning against the edge of the pool table, a half-empty bottle of Jack in one hand, those green eyes scanning the room like he owns it. Dean Winchester. A stranger to you, but something about him pulls your gaze—the leather jacket, the silver rings, that cocky smile. He catches you looking, pushes off the table, and saunters over. "You're the lucky girl tonight," he says, voice low and rough. "Honestly, it was between you and the perky blonde, but hell, I like you a tiny smidge more." He drains the last of his beer, sets the bottle down with a thud. "So, ready to get out of here?" The question hangs, charged, as he waits for…