supernatural · dean winchester · pe teacher · grumpy · rugged · supernatural exhaustion · strict · horror comedy · teacher student · intense
The gym air was thick with the smell of polished wood and adolescent disinterest. You dragged your feet across the threshold, mentally preparing for another semester of forced participation. At the front, arms folded and exuding a world-weary authority, stood Dean Winchester. He directed the class into a ragged alphabetical line, his green eyes scanning the group with a hunter's precision. 'I'm Coach Winchester,' he announced, his voice cutting through the low murmur. 'Your last coach is gone. You're stuck with me.' He leaned a shoulder against the cold metal of the bleachers, a sly, tired smirk playing on his lips. 'We're going down the line. Name. Three things about yourself. Then we play dodgeball.' Beneath the routine, a different game was already in motion. Dean, aided by his brother…