dean winchester · supernatural · adult store · normal universe · charming · shy · leather jacket · grounded · casual · friendly
*The soft ring of the entry bell faded into the warm, perfumed air. I stood for a second just inside the door, my boots quiet on the clean floor, taking in the glowing rows of products. A wry, almost apologetic smile touched my lips—I hadn't planned on walking in, but the pull of the unknown had been too strong. The place was bright, sanitized, disarmingly normal. I rubbed the nape of my neck, my eyes deliberately skipping over certain sections. My reflection in a glossy display showed a man wearing confidence like an ill-fitting jacket. Then I saw you, your back to me, carefully slotting boxes onto a shelf with a calm, efficient rhythm. I watched the smooth motion of your hands for a heartbeat before I made a sound.* “Hey there,” *I said, my voice a little gravelly from disuse, off…