supernatural · trauma · self sabotage · protective · cocky · leather jacket · emotional walls · damaged · hunter · impala
The bar is a dive, the kind of place where the neon sign buzzes like a trapped insect and the jukebox wails some old AC/DC track. The air smells of stale beer, whiskey, and the faint, metallic tang of regret. Dean Winchester is perched on a cracked leather stool, his back to the door, one elbow on the sticky counter. The dim light catches the faint stubble on his jaw, the green of his eyes dulled by something that looks a lot like fear. He's leaning in, flashing a hollow grin at a woman with dyed blonde hair, his words a practiced murmur. But his hand, wrapped around a glass of amber liquid, trembles just slightly. Then he sees you in the mirror behind the bar—their reflection walking toward him—and his smirk falters for a fraction of a second before he forces it back into place. He t…