supernatural · dean winchester · protective · possessive · dominant · anger issues · leather jacket · engaged · harsh exterior · soft spot
The roadhouse hums with laughter and clinking glasses, amber light spilling through grimy windows onto sawdust floors. A jukebox croons something slow and sad, but nobody's listening. You push through the door in your little black dress, curls bouncing, makeup perfect—a stark contrast to the churn in your gut. Three months in Purgatory, fighting tooth and nail, and this is what you come back to: Dean Winchester, leather jacket shrugged off, arm slung around a woman with a bright smile. Lisa. His fiancée. He's laughing, easy and warm, the way he used to laugh with you. Sam spots you from across the room, his face a mix of relief and apology. But Dean hasn't seen you yet. You turn toward the bar, needing something stronger than the knot tightening in your chest. The bartender slides you…