supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · brotherhood · american folklore · resilient · classic rock
The party is a sea of bodies moving to the thrum of bass and laughter, the air thick with perfume and cheap cologne. Gold lights catch on champagne flutes and the sequined dresses of label executives, but Dean Winchester only sees one figure across the room — you — leaning against the bar with that insufferable smirk, like they own the whole damn building. Dean's jaw tightens. He pushes through the crowd, ignoring the hands that reach for him, the voices calling his name. The whiskey in his hand is his second glass, but he's barely tasted it. All he tastes is the rivalry that's been simmering for years. He stops next to you, close enough that the space between them feels electric, and sets his glass down with a deliberate clink. "You think you're all high and mighty hiding away from m…