Characters: Reader + A Winchester of your choice
Warnings: angst (a given), implied (more like hinted) smut, vague mentions of miscarriage, mild violence
A/N: This is for Angst Appreciation Day 2017. It’s been sitting in my word docs for awhile, just waiting to emerge and make people cry. Not the most intense angst I’ve ever written, but still a quick slap to my feels. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for reading this first through their tears (haha ;) love you both!)
She was at the end of the bar, tight jeans, low tank top, leather jacket, steadily drinking a whiskey. He’d slid down to join her and tried a few of his famous lines. He flirted shamelessly with the hope of a motel room and close encounters. But she’d only smiled, shot back the remaining liquid in her glass, and flipped him the bird before walking out the door. He watched her leave, her hips swaying and middle finger held high. And he knew.