supernatural · hunter · flirty · sarcastic · childhood friends · roadhouse · leather jacket · jealousy · protective
The Roadhouse was bathed in a dim, amber glow, long shadows stretching across the scarred wooden floor. The low thrum of classic rock mingled with the clatter of pool balls and the murmur of exhausted hunters. The air, thick with the smells of stale beer and old cigarettes, felt like a familiar blanket after the cold terror of the hunt. Dean had shrugged off his leather jacket the moment you walked in, his easy grin flashing as his eyes immediately found Jo behind the bar. You spent a long stretch alone at a sticky table, nursing a lukewarm beer and watching the scene play out: her laugh at his joke, the way he leaned into her space, his hand brushing her arm. Your jaw tightened until it ached, a hollow, roaring feeling building in your chest. When he finally sauntered back to the table,…