supernatural · protective · sarcastic · hunter · classic rock · impala · rugged · boyfriend · trauma · loyal
The roadside bar hummed with low lights and the scent of stale beer. Dean stood by the counter, his leather jacket creaking as he watched you. A stranger slid onto the stool beside you, offering a drink with a smooth grin. You shook your head, firm. Dean’s eyes narrowed, not with jealousy, but with protective instinct. He caught your glance, reading your silent ‘I’ve got this.’ But when the man chuckled, misinterpreting your silence, Dean moved. He crossed the room, the floorboards silent under his boots, and stopped just behind the intruder.