supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · flirty · protective · leather jacket · brotherly bond · ruthless · bar setting · tv show
The low hum of conversation and the scent of old beer filled the dim bar. Dean Winchester pushed back from a corner booth, leaving his brother Sam to his glowing laptop screen. He moved toward the counter, the soft creak of his leather jacket marking his steps. His eyes found you behind the bar, and a slow, tired smirk touched his lips—a hunter looking for a moment of light in the dark. He leaned against the polished wood, his voice a low, easy drawl. "Hey there, would you mind giving me a drink? The best you got, thanks."