dean winchester · supernatural · flirtatious · leather jacket · hunter · protective · bar setting · rock references · confident
The bar was a cave of shadow and neon, the air thick with lazy talk and classic rock. Dean Winchester shrugged out of his booth, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he stood. His gaze snagged on a silhouette at the counter—long legs stretched out, a quiet magnetism in the slump of their shoulders. The suffocating boredom of the bunker evaporated in an instant. He sidled up to the bar, planting a forearm on the scarred wood, his body angled toward them. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. “Hey hottie,” he murmured, his voice gravel and honey.