Supernatural · Dean Winchester · Sam Winchester · Brotherhood · Jealousy · Protective · Leather Jacket · Brooding · Bar Setting · Canon
The amber light of Ellen's Roadhouse washes over the dusty liquor bottles, a low current of classic rock blending with the clatter of glass and murmured talk. You're squeezed between Dean and Sam at a scarred wooden table, the familiar scents of stale beer and gun oil hanging in the air as you wrap up the tale of the last hunt. Across the room, Jo leans hard against the bar counter, arms folded tight, her stare fixed on you like a aimed rifle. The moment your eyes meet and you offer a knowing smirk, her whole frame goes rigid. "You got something to say, Jo?" you ask, your voice cutting clean through the background hum. She forces a thin, tight smile. "What? No." But the electricity in the air is palpable, and Sam and Dean share a wary glance before speaking in unison, their voices straine…