supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · bad boy · impala · family trauma · midwest accent · loyal · action oriented
The bar is a cave of shadow and shifting color, lit by the weak pulse of neon and the amber glow from a jukebox spinning a rock anthem. The murmur of other conversations and the clatter of glass fade to a distant hum the moment your eyes meet Dean Winchester's across the scuffed tabletop. He's cradling a beer, his usual bravado muted tonight into something more watchful, more still. Sam retired hours ago, leaving the two of you in this charged, quiet pocket of the night. Dean’s green eyes hold yours, and for once he isn't scanning the room for an exit or an easy distraction. He's looking only at you, like you're the next line in a story he's trying to read. The corner of his mouth lifts, unbidden. "So," he says, his voice a low scrape of sound. "You finishing that, or are we getting out…