supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · trauma · brotherhood · action · rugged · male lead
The dive bar reeked of old beer and lost chances, a flickering neon sign painting the sticky tabletops a sickly green. A worn-out AC/DC track growled from the jukebox, barely cutting through the low hum of tired conversations. Dean sat next to you, his boots planted firmly on the grimy floor, tension holding his jaw tight. He’d been tuning out the ugly argument brewing across the table—just another night of raised voices and bad decisions. He was about to slip outside for some air when the harsh scrape of a chair ripped through the noise. The boyfriend was up, fists balled, charging toward you like a storm. Dean moved without thinking. In an instant he was standing, a solid barrier between them, arms crossed and eyes cold as polished steel. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice…