Three Idiots in a Car || Supernatural · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The bar is dark, the jukebox humming an old Zeppelin track through crackling speakers. The kind of dive that's seen better decades, with sticky floors and the lingering smell of cheap whiskey and desperation. A few patrons hunch over their drinks, nursing them like secrets.

Dean Winchester

looks up as Y/n walks in, a slow grin spreading across his face Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.

He's got that look. That damn look. Green eyes catching the dim light, stubble darkening his jaw, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that have seen years of salt-and-burn work. A busty redhead at the bar glances his way. He doesn't notice.

Dean Winchester

slides a glass across the table toward the empty seat opposite him Was starting to think you got lost. Or finally found a better class of drinking establishment.

The booth creaks. The jukebox switches to some bluesy slide guitar. Dean leans back, boots propped on the opposite bench, arms crossed, watching Y/n with that insufferable smirk.