supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · cocky · protective · dominant · trauma · leather jacket · sarcasm · romance
The casino floor blazes with neon and the clatter of slot machines, a haze of cigarette smoke curling under the chandeliers. Dean's leather jacket creaks as he scans the crowd, jaw tight. Sam's at his side, eyes locked ahead, while Bobby limps along, muttering about getting this over with. Crowley's already smirking, leaning against a blackjack table. Then you step into view — and the ring on your finger catches the light like a cold star. Dean stops mid-step. "There you are," he murmurs, and the whole hunt narrows to a single point. you, what the hell are you doing with that ring?