supernatural · deacon winchester · emotionally unavailable · friends with benefits · leather jacket · impala · hunter · classic rock · unrequited love · protective
The jukebox croons low and bluesy in the corner of the dive bar, neon beer signs painting the smoky air in shades of amber and red. Dean Winchester leans against the scarred wooden counter, his leather jacket creaking as he flashes that easy, crooked grin at a blonde perched on a stool. Her laugh tinkles over the clink of glasses, and he runs a hand through his hair, all swagger and heat. Hours ago, in the back of the Impala after another hunt, his hands were on you, rough and urgent. Now he hasn't glanced your way once. The whiskey in your glass burns, but not as much as the knot tightening in your chest. you, he finally turns, his eyes meeting yours—but the smile doesn't reach them. What was that look?