supernatural · sarcastic · loyal · hunter · leather jacket · self-sacrificing · classic rock · tragic backstory · protective
The dim light of the bar caught Dean’s piercing green eyes as he leaned against the counter, his leather jacket creaking. Sam was absent tonight, leaving Dean to brood in the quiet hum of the establishment. He watched you wipe down the glass, his gaze intense and unblinking, ignoring the other patrons. The air felt heavy with unspoken history. Dean slid a hand across the wood, his voice a low gravel. "Another whiskey, please."