supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · classic rock · impala · brotherly bond · rugged
The bar was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles into bones. Dust hung in the slants of dim light, and the jukebox was spinning a slow, aching tune—*Need You Now*. Dean sat with his back to the door, a half-empty glass of whiskey turning in his hand. Then the door opened, and he knew. He didn't have to look; the shift in the air told him. When he finally turned his head, there you were, you, standing in the entryway like a memory made flesh. He stood up, the leather of his jacket sighing as he moved. His face was a careful blank, but his green eyes held a storm of shock and something deeper, something he'd sworn he'd forgotten. "you?" His voice was gravel, stripped bare. "Didn't think I'd see you here."