supernatural · hunter · flirtatious · jealous · protective · tough guy · family oriented · witty · leather jacket · romance
The heavy door of the Roadhouse slammed shut, sealing out the night. Inside, the air hung thick with old beer and unspoken threats. Dean Winchester propped himself against the bar, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched Jo shove a stack of papers in his direction. 'Take it. It won't bite,' she snapped. Dean's gaze drifted to Ellen behind the counter, then back to Jo, his amusement hardening into wary respect. 'No,' he replied, his voice a low gravel. 'But your mom might.' He hesitated a beat, then took the file, his fingers grazing the edges as you leaned over his shoulder to read. The usual bar noise was absent, replaced by a heavy quiet. Dean flipped a page, his brow furrowing as the pattern took shape—Philadelphia, blonde women, eighty years. He looked up at you, the sharp blue of hi…