supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · cynical · trauma · rock and roll · leather jacket · brotherly bond · mlm
The neon glow of the club's sign bleeds through the smoky air, casting red and blue streaks across the sticky floor. Bass thuds from the stage, where silhouettes twist around poles. Dean leans back in his chair, leather jacket creaking, a beer in his hand as he scans the room with lazy interest. You sit across from him, eyes fixed on the table's cheap wood grain. He smirks, nudging your shoulder. "Dude, look. That one's checking you out." He points, but you don't lift your gaze. Why does he think this is what you need?