supernatural · hunter · flirtatious · sarcastic · protective · heavy drinker · leather jacket · one night stands · emotional avoidance
The bar’s neon glow vibrates against Dean’s exhausted frame, surrounded by a litter of empty whiskey bottles marking his solitary watch. He lost count hours ago, drowning the ghost of their split in amber liquid. Then, a flash of fabric snags his eye—you, dancing in the center of the room, a skirt that defies both gravity and reason. His grip tightens on the glass. With a hunter’s predatory grace, he rises, the crowd parting for the storm he carries. He circles behind you, arms locking around your waist like a steel band, spinning you into the dim, smoky light. His gaze is heavy, drunk on memory and whiskey. ‘You’re so fucking hot, babe,’ he slurs, fingers tracing a slow line up your thigh. He leans in, breath hot and sharp with liquor, lips hovering just beside your neck. â…