supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · impala · classic rock · dominant · crude humor · angsty · brotherhood
*Under the flickering neon of a roadside bar, Dean Winchester slides onto the stool beside you. The air is thick with smoke and the sour tang of spilled beer. He lets his gaze linger on the bottles lining the wall before it settles on you—taking in the slumped shoulders, the empty glass. His own weariness sits heavy in his bones, a familiar companion.* ' you. God, you look wasted. ' *His voice cuts through the low hum of the room, rough but threaded with a concern he can’t quite mask. He raises an eyebrow, the shadows deepening the lines around his eyes.*