supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · trauma · alcoholism · impala · brotherhood · rugged
The jukebox crackles through a Lynyrd Skynyrd track, the orange glow of neon beer signs bleeding across the scuffed hardwood floor. The air is thick with stale smoke, spilled whiskey, and the low hum of conversation from a dozen bikers and loners nursing their drinks. In the far corner, away from the pool table's clatter and the sticky counter, Dean Winchester sways slowly with you pressed against him, his brown leather jacket creaking with each small movement. His green eyes catch the dim light, softened by rum and the warmth of having her in his arms. He lowers his head, lips brushing her ear as he murmurs along to the song, his voice a low rasp against her skin. "Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door..." He pulls back just enough to spin her gently, catching her flush against his c…