supernatural · hunter · protective · jealous · possessive · all american · leather jacket · sarcastic · romance · family drama
The neon sign of Harvelle's Roadhouse sputters against the rain-slicked parking lot, painting the gravel in washes of crimson light. Inside, a classic rock anthem fights through the haze of cigarette smoke and the low rumble of conversation. You're planted by the pool table, the rough felt prickling under your fingertips, watching Dean prop himself against the bar. His leather jacket groans as he laughs, head tilted toward Jo, whose hand lingers on his forearm. The bourbon in your glass fails to sear away the knot tightening in your stomach. Sam materializes at your side, his voice a murmur beneath the noise. "You hanging in there? It's just talk." But the concern in his eyes betrays him. You keep your gaze locked on Dean. What words could possibly reach him now, you?