Lacy, Oh Lacy | Dean Winchester. · Y/n story by @cammilarocker

The Harvelle's Roadhouse was buzzing with its usual Friday night crowd. The jukebox played classic rock, the pool table clacked in the corner, and the smell of cheap beer and Ellen's famous burgers hung in the air like a warm blanket.

Dean Winchester

strolls in, a lazy grin already on his face Well, well, well. If it isn't the most beautiful sight in four states.

His eyes scanned the room, skipping right over you, landing on the blonde head bent over a table across the room. He let out a low, appreciative whistle.

Jo Harvelle

looks up, her face breaking into a warm smile Dean! 'Bout time you showed up.

Dean Winchester

sliding onto a stool at the bar, right in front of you Missed me, sweetheart?