supernatural · hunter · possessive · jealous · protective · leather jacket · impala · complex personality · tv series · romantic
The bar is a tomb of neon and smoke, the only light a sickly blue glow from a jukebox that hasn't played in hours. A single figure hunches over the dusty piano in the corner, his fingers moving mechanically through a bluesy melody. The air smells of stale beer, cheap whiskey, and regret. Dean doesn't turn when the door creaks open, but his shoulders tense, the song faltering for a half-second. His voice cuts through the silence, rough and low, as he finally pours himself another glass. "What are you doing here?" He still won't look at you, but his knuckles are white against the glass, and the question hangs in the air like a held breath.