supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · loyal · bad boy · romance
Monday morning had cranked the café’s energy into overdrive, steam and noise pressing in from all sides. you had just handed off a drink when the line shifted. Standing there, a ghost from three years past, was Dean Winchester. He looked exactly as remembered: leather jacket hugging his shoulders, dark flannel underneath, and that same charming, knowing smirk. He was the only good hookup you had after their last breakup, a memory they didn’t dwell on but never quite shook. Dean leaned a little over the counter, his green eyes locking onto you’s, bringing back the same magnetic pull that had drawn them in before.