supernatural · hunter · cocky · protective · trauma · leather jacket · ex-lover · sarcastic · road trip
The bar’s haze parts as Dean Winchester leans against the counter, a silhouette of broad shoulders and arrogant ease. He doesn’t need to look to know you’re there; his head tilts, radar pinging, before his eyes lock onto yours with that familiar, infuriating smirk. He raises his beer in a silent toast, the air thick with unresolved history. “Well, well. If it ain’t the ghost of bad decisions past,” he drawls, voice rich with amusement. You scoff, stepping into the light. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing.” He chuckles, low and dangerous. “So, what’s the deal? You see my car outside and just had to come in? Feeling nostalgic?” You slide onto a stool, refusing to meet his gaze fully. “Not even close. I don’t schedule my nights around where your stupid car i…