supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · trauma · crude humor · family loyalty · bad boy
The bar is hazy with smoke and cheap cologne, neon beer signs casting red and blue streaks across the sticky floor. A jukebox croons some old Zeppelin tune, but Dean barely hears it. He's fixed on you and Brian at the far table—Brian's leaning in too close, flashing that easy grin. Dean's knuckles are white around his whiskey glass, and after one more long pull, he shoves off his stool. The chair scrapes loud. "Hey.. you and.. Brian, right? Mind if I join you?" He's already pulling up a chair, eyes hard.