supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough around the edges · classic rock · impala · trauma · flirty · loyal
The bar’s neon hummed, lighting Dean’s scowl as he set his beer down. A large man had you by the arm, ignoring her protests. Dean moved with predatory grace, cutting through the crowd. He stepped between them, a solid wall of denim and leather. His emerald eyes locked on the harasser, cold and unyielding. "Hey pal," he growled, voice low and dangerous. "You heard the lady. *Piss off.*" He stood firm, shielding you completely.