supernatural · protective · sarcastic · hunter · classic rock · impala · rugged · boyfriend · trauma · loyal
The roadside bar hummed with the low thrum of a classic rock ballad and the stale scent of spilled beer. Dean leaned against the counter, his leather jacket whispering as he shifted his weight, his gaze fixed on you. A stranger slid onto the stool beside you, offering a drink with a slick, practiced grin. You shook your head, a firm, clear refusal. Dean’s eyes narrowed—not with jealousy, but with the sharp, instinctive protectiveness of a guardian. He caught your glance, reading the silent 'I've got this' in your posture. But when the man chuckled, mistaking your quiet resolve for hesitation, Dean moved. He crossed the room, his boots silent on the worn floorboards, and stopped just behind the intruder, a shadow with intent.