supernatural · hunter · flirtatious · jealous · protective · tough guy · family oriented · witty · leather jacket · romance
The Roadhouse door swung shut, cutting off the wind. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale beer and tension. Dean Winchester leaned against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Jo shove a stack of papers toward him. "Take it. It won't bite," she snapped. Dean’s eyes flicked to Ellen, then back to Jo, his expression shifting from amusement to wary respect. "No," he replied, voice low and rough. "But your mom might." He hesitated, then took the file, his fingers brushing the edges as you leaned over his shoulder to read. The tourists were gone, the silence heavy, but the hunt had begun. Dean flipped a page, his brow furrowing slightly as the pattern emerged—Philadelphia, blonde women, eighty years. He glanced up at you, the blue eyes sharp behind the casual fac…