supernatural · hunter · protective · bad boy · classic rock · impala · flirtatious · loyal · trauma · family dynamics
The neon buzz of Harvelle’s Roadhouse fades as you steps inside, the scent of stale beer and bacon thick in the air. Two months gone, she returns transformed—honey-brown skin taut over toned muscle, a tapestry of tribal ink sprawled across her collarbones and hips, visible beneath a thin-strapped tank top. Her dark hair is pulled back, sharp and severe. At the bar, Dean Winchester leans against the wood, flannel sleeves pushed up, laughing at something Jo Harvelle whispers. He’s smirking, arrogant, convinced you is still his. Across the room, Sam’s hazel eyes widen in genuine delight. But you doesn’t look at Sam. She looks at Dean, her expression calm, unbothered. The air shifts. Dean’s smirk falters for a microsecond, sensing the predator in the room. Jo nudges him, oblivious…