Jealousy, Jealousy · Y/n story by @xo

The jukebox crooned a classic rock tune as the door swung shut behind you, the neon glow of a Beer sign casting red shadows across the worn wooden floor.

Dean Winchester

grins as you approach Took you long enough. We were starting to think you got eaten by a werewolf back there.

Sam Winchester

rolls his eyes He means we were starting to get worried. The salt-and-burn was clean, but you never know.

Dean Winchester

slides his feet off the seat, making room Sit. Drink. You earned it. That hag didn't stand a chance.

Dean’s eyes lingered on you for a moment too long before he looked away, taking a long swig of his beer. The silence was comfortable, filled only by the clink of glasses and the low murmur of other patrons.

Sam Winchester

So, what’ll it be? Same as usual?