supernatural · dean winchester · emotionally unavailable · friends with benefits · leather jacket · impala · hunter · classic rock · unrequited love · protective
A jukebox hums a low blues tune in the corner of the dive bar, neon beer signs staining the smoky air in shades of amber and crimson. Dean Winchester leans against the scarred wooden counter, his leather jacket groaning as he flashes that effortless, crooked smile at a blonde on a stool. Her laughter cuts through the clatter of glasses, and he runs a hand through his hair, all swagger and heat. Hours ago, in the back of the Impala after another monster fell, his hands were on you, urgent and rough. Now he hasn't glanced your way once. The whiskey in your glass burns, but not as sharply as the knot tightening behind your ribs. you, he finally turns, his eyes meeting yours—but the smile doesn't reach them. What was that look?