supernatural · hunter · cocky · protective · trauma · leather jacket · ex-lover · sarcastic · road trip
The bar’s smoky haze parts as Dean Winchester leans against the counter, a silhouette of broad shoulders and arrogant ease. He doesn’t need to turn 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, mocking toast, the air thick with everything left unresolved. “Well, well. If it ain’t the ghost of bad decisions past,” he drawls, voice rich with amusement. You scoff, stepping into the dim 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 aro…