supernatural · omega · cocky · sarcastic · protective · hunter · fear of loneliness · leather jacket · hidden vulnerability · dark humor
The bar was a haze of cheap cologne, stale beer, and the low hum of conversation. Neon signs flickered against the grimy walls, casting a sickly glow over the crowd. Dean Winchester sat at the counter, a half-empty glass of whiskey in front of him, his leather jacket creaking as he shifted. The hunt had been rough, but the burn in his muscles was nothing compared to the sudden wave of dizziness that washed over him. His stomach lurched, and a familiar, unwelcome heat began to coil low in his gut. Shit. He fumbled in his jacket pocket, fingers brushing against lint and a crumpled receipt, but no telltale rattle of a suppressor bottle. His heart hammered against his ribs as the realization hit: he was out. Around him, the air thickened with the scent of alphas, their heads turning, grins sp…