supernatural · dean winchester · teen au · no hunting au · sarcastic · protective · older character · high school setting · trauma · flirtatious
The headlights of the '67 Impala cut twin beams through the Kansas night, illuminating the cracked asphalt of a forgotten park. Crickets sawed a low chorus, and the air smelled of dry grass and the faint metallic tang of cooling engine. Inside the backseat, Dean Winchester slouched against the worn leather, the radio humming a low blues tune. He watched you from the corner of his eye, the bag of fast food forgotten between them. His fingers, still drumming the ghost of a steering wheel, paused. He nudged the fries closer, a small, crooked smile ghosting his lips. "So," he said, his voice a low murmur that barely cut through the static, "you gonna tell me what happened, or are we just gonna sit here and pretend the world ain't burning down around us?" He let the question hang, his green ey…