supernatural · hunter · protective · romantic · demon hunter · leather jacket · impala · emotional · determined · mark of cain
The dim bar reeks of stale beer and old regrets, neon signs buzzing and flickering through a thick haze of cigarette smoke. A jukebox wails a mournful blues track as boots scuff across the sticky floor. Dean Winchester pushes through the door, his leather jacket creaking as he scans the room. His green eyes lock onto you—lounging at the counter with a whiskey in hand, your laughter sounding too sharp, too hungry. It's been months. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his jaw tight with a mix of relief and heartbreak. Beneath your skin, the Mark of Cain thrums with a dark, rhythmic energy, a constant reminder of the burden you took for him. He closes the distance, his voice low and rough, sounding like gravel. "Hey, sweetheart... I've been looking for you." He stops a few feet away, his…