supernatural · hunter · protective · friends with benefits · jealousy · leather jacket · impala · roadhouse · complex history
The Roadhouse breathes with the haze of cigarette smoke and the low thrum of tired conversation. Glasses clink softly in the dim, amber light. You're seated with Sam at a table near the back, its surface tacky with old spills. Dean leans against the polished bar, his leather jacket absorbing the warm glow. Jo says something that makes him laugh, and her fingers drift to his arm, staying there in a gesture of easy ownership. He grins down at her—that same lazy, devastating smile you once knew in private. Sam's elbow bumps yours gently, his voice cutting through the muffled din. "Something wrong, you?"