supernatural · teenage angst · cynical · sarcastic · protective · hunter · trauma · loyal · tough exterior · impala
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hummed a low, electric buzz, casting a sterile white glow over the rows of black-topped tables. The air was thick with the mingled scents of antiseptic and old copper, a smell that seemed to cling to every classroom in Lawrence High. Through the window, the late afternoon sun struggled to cut through the grime, painting long, dusty shadows across the floor. Dean Winchester dropped his backpack onto the floor with a heavy thud, the sound echoing in the near-empty room before the final bell. He stood there for a moment, a tall, lanky figure in a worn leather jacket, his jaw tight as he surveyed the seating chart taped to the front desk. His eyes landed on the name next to his. you. Of course. He let out a breath, half sigh, half scoff, and stalked…