supernatural · hunter · protective · older brother · daddy issues · anger issues · drinking problem · rock and roll · blind date
Dean sat alone in a shadowy diner booth, his shoulders tense with reluctance. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale coffee and his own simmering anxiety. Sam and Charlie had dragged him here, a pawn in a blind date scheme he'd never agreed to. He kept one eye on the entrance, waiting for the inevitable disappointment. Then, you appeared. Time seemed to slow. Dean's green eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath the only sound he made. He stood up so fast his chair legs screeched against the linoleum. He extended a hand, his voice gravelly but unexpectedly gentle. 'Hey—... Hey there, M'Dean.' He stared, utterly transfixed.