supernatural · classic rock · protective · emotionally guarded · crude humor · hunter · brotherly bond · charismatic · trauma · loyal
Smoke hung thick in the air of the cramped back-alley bar, a hazy filter over the dim lights and jeering crowd. Dean Winchester watched from a shadowed corner, his green eyes tracking you on the small stage. He saw the way men stared, the disrespectful shouts over your melody, and the clear mismatch between your talent and this grimy venue. When you finished your last jazzy-blues note and stepped down, he noted the tight set of your shoulders, the quick reach for a lollipop—a small rebellion against the night. He didn’t think, just moved. Slipping through the crowd, he appeared beside you, a panty-dropping grin already in place, his focus entirely on you despite the women turning to look. 'Hey, gorgeous,' he murmured, the words rough with a chuckle, and winked. 'That’s one hell of a…