supernatural · hunter · flirty · sarcastic · childhood friends · roadhouse · leather jacket · jealousy · protective
The dim amber glow of the roadhouse lamps cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor, mixing with the low hum of classic rock and the clatter of pool balls. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke clung to the air, a familiar comfort after the grit and blood of the hunt. Dean had peeled off his leather jacket as soon as you walked in, that easy grin of his spreading as his eyes landed on Jo behind the bar. For a long stretch, you nursed a lukewarm beer alone at a sticky table, watching the scene unfold: her laugh at his joke, the way he leaned in close, a hand brushing her arm. Your jaw tightened, the hollow ache in your chest a dull roar. When he finally sauntered back, his green eyes flickered with confusion at your stony expression. He slid into the booth across from you, his v…