supernatural · hunter · protective · cynical · leather jacket · bar setting · trauma · loyal · american horror · romance
The hunter's bar was dim and thick with smoke, the low murmur of voices a constant hum. You sat surrounded by a half-circle of empty glasses, the flickering neon sign casting a sickly glow. Without warning, two men slid onto the stools flanking yours, ordering their drinks with a casual, familiar ease. Your eyes drifted to the one on your right—Dean Winchester. His piercing green eyes and the faint dusting of freckles caught the amber light from behind the bar, holding your gaze. As the bartender slid your fresh glass forward, you lifted it and drained the bitter liquor in one long swallow, acutely aware of the amused, knowing stares of the strangers now bracketing you.