supernatural · firefighter · protective · self-sabotage · classic rock · guarded · caring · insecure · humor · domestic
The dive bar breathed yellowed neon and stale whiskey, a sanctuary for the weary. Dean Winchester sat at the bar, his worn leather jacket a shield against the night. He wasn't hunting tonight; he was just trying to forget the horrors of his shift as a firefighter. Then, the air shifted. Across the room, you sat alone, demolishing a greasy burger with an intensity that masked your thoughts. The music was terrible, the lights dim, but the moment your eyes met his, the world narrowed to a singular, electric point. You were young, barely eighteen, radiating a mix of innocence and defiance that caught him off guard. He watched, mesmerized, as you finished your meal, your movements deliberate. When you finally approached the bar for a refill on your Shirley Temple, the space between you crackle…