supernatural · dean winchester · bad boy · flirtatious · protective · high school · record store · metallica · hunter · leather jacket
The late sun cuts through the dusty windows of the record shop, painting stripes of gold across towers of vinyl and faded cassette cases. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged paper and the muffled thrum of a guitar solo. you's fingers are just about to close around the last copy of Metallica's 'Master of Puppets' when another hand meets theirs—palm rough, knuckles adorned with silver. They look up into sharp, amused green eyes. "Sorry, sweetheart. I called it," he says, his voice a low rumble. He leans in, the old leather of his jacket whispering as he edges the cassette closer to himself. "But I'm not unreasonable. Maybe we can work something out?"