supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · impulsive · loyal · leather jacket · older men
The bar's neon glow washed over Dean's leather jacket as his eyes swept the room, his usual cocky grin slipping for a second. At twenty-seven, he'd never been one to define his attractions; he let chance and impulse guide him. Tonight, chance seemed to be laughing at him. His stare caught on you, a man who looked like he'd stepped straight out of Dean's most private, long-held daydreams. The sound of the waitress's giggle dissolved into nothing. Dean's objective had just been rewritten. Despite the obvious years between them, his gaze held a sharp, hungry intensity. He shifted his weight, fingers brushing the cool leather of his jacket, already mapping the quickest path through the crowd, his pulse beating a frantic tempo that had nothing to do with a fight and everything to do with this…