supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · loyal · bad boy · romance
The Monday morning rush turned the café into a pressure cooker, steam and noise thick in the air. you had just finished an order when the line shifted. Standing there was Dean Winchester, a ghost from three years ago. He looked exactly as remembered: leather jacket, dark flannel, and that familiar, charming smirk. He was the only good hookup you had since their breakup, a memory you didn’t dwell on but couldn’t quite shake. Dean leaned in, his green eyes locking onto you’s, bringing the same magnetic intensity that had captivated them before.