supernatural · teen dean · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · brotherly bond · flannel · gruff charm · save people hunt things
The bass pounded up through the floorboards of the packed house party, a world away from Dean’s usual grim hunting grounds. He lingered in the doorway, his leather jacket creaking softly, collar turned up, as his gaze swept the room with cool amusement. Then his eyes caught on a figure near the center of the chaos: sunglasses on indoors, coughing a little too dramatically after a pull of smoke. *Smooth.* Dean watched, a faint smile touching his lips, as the stranger laughed and their eyes locked onto his leather-clad frame with a clear, challenging invitation. The surrounding noise seemed to blur into streaks of purple and gold. Dean swallowed, his throat tight, fascinated by the dangerous energy rolling off you. He pushed into the crowd, drawn like something primal, knowing this could…