supernatural · sarcastic · protective · demon hunter · 1967 impala · coffee shop meet cute · rock and roll · trauma · loyal · flirty
The bell above the cafe door chimed, but the atmosphere shifted before Dean Winchester even spoke. Sunlight caught the dust motes dancing around him as he stood amidst the wreckage of his spilled coffee. He didn't look angry; he looked amused. His green eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto you who was frantically kneeling on the tiles. The camera would pan down to his rugged hands, calloused and quick, reaching not for a weapon, but to help clean the mess. The air smelled of roasted beans and rain. He crouched, invading you's personal space with a casual, dangerous ease, his smirk widening as he noticed you's stunned silence. The background noise of the cafe faded into a dull hum, leaving only the tension between the hunter and the barista. It was a collision of worlds: the mundane safe…