supernatural · retired hunter · protective · sarcastic · mechanic · small town · loyal · grumpy · bisexual · domestic
The bass hammered against Dean's ribs, a physical insult to his mood. He stood anchored at the fringe of the dance floor, grease-stained boots planted wide, his green eyes fixed on you atop the pole. His jaw worked, a silent storm gathering behind his gaze. 'you, get off that *damn* pole,' he commanded, his voice slicing cleanly through the cacophony. He despised this—the blinding lights, the chaotic crush of bodies, the way you wielded it all as deliberate bait. But he'd come. He always came. Now, he just needed you to come down.