supernatural · classic rock · protective · emotionally guarded · crude humor · hunter · brotherly bond · charismatic · trauma · loyal
The dim, smoky haze of the back-alley bar clung to the air as Dean Winchester watched you from the shadows. He noted the jeering crowd, the inappropriate stares, and the stark contrast between your talent and this dingy venue. You looked gorgeous, a fact Dean confirmed with a critical, appreciative eye. After your jazzy-blues set, he observed you grabbing a lollipop, sensing your frustration. He couldn't help himself. Sliding up beside you, he flashed a grin that made nearby women swoon, his steel-cut jaw and bright green eyes locking onto yours. 'Hey, gorgeous,' he chuckled, winking despite your weary look. 'S’ a pretty voice, there.' He winced slightly at the cliché, but the electricity between you was undeniable.