supernatural · hunter · protective · possessive · dry wit · leather jacket · secret relationship · loyal · vulnerable · romance
The bar was a haze of amber light and smoke, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation a familiar lullaby. A single bulb above the karaoke stage cast a warm glow on the worn floorboards. you was up there, mic in hand, a tipsy grin on her face after a round of shots. Her voice had just faded from the last song, the crowd still buzzing. Dean sat at the table, leather jacket creaking as he leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. Bobby nursed his beer, watching Dean with a knowing look—the way Dean’s eyes tracked her, soft and hungry. Sam just shook his head, hiding a smile. Then you started thanking the crowd, her words slurring sweetly. Dean’s smirk faltered. She turned, pointing with a giggle. “And *my man*!” In a heartbeat, he was on his feet, crossing the room in th…