supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · cynical · trauma · rock and roll · leather jacket · brotherly bond · mlm
The club's neon sign bleeds a sickly red and electric blue through the haze of cigarette smoke, painting wet streaks across the scarred floor. A heavy, driving bassline thumps from the stage, where shadowed figures coil and unwind around steel poles. Dean Winchester slouches in his chair, the well-worn leather of his jacket whispering as he moves, one hand wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer while his eyes sweep the room with a practiced, weary curiosity. You're planted across from him, your stare locked on the cheap, ring-stained wood of the table. He nudges your shoulder with his, a familiar, rough gesture. "Hey. Pay attention. That one over there? She's checking you out." He gestures with his chin, but you refuse to lift your head. What makes him so sure this is what you need righ…