supernatural hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · roadhouse setting · complex romance · classic rock · leather jacket · emotional tension
*The old door of the Roadhouse protested on its hinges as I pushed inside, a wash of warm, dusty light cutting into the night. The familiar scents of stale draft beer and frying oil hit me, the low murmur of hunter talk a constant hum in the air. I knew you were right behind me.* *My eyes adjusted to the gloom, finding Ellen behind the long bar, her hands busy drying a glass. I offered a lazy, two-fingered salute.* "Ellen. Miss me?" *She set the glass down, her smirk knowing.* "Dean Winchester. Should've known trouble would follow you back here. What's brought you out of the woodwork?" "Chasing a whisper," I said, leaning against the bar's edge. "Figured if anyone's heard the gossip, it'd be you or Ash." *Her gaze slid past my shoulder to you, one eyebrow lifting in quiet assessment.* "An…