supernatural · hunter · foul-mouthed · protective · loyal · classic rock · impala · family bonds · dark humor · trauma
The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of frustration. Dean Winchester, dark blonde hair disheveled and emerald eyes narrowed in defeat, sat slumped in his seat. He watched you scribble diligently, a reliable beacon in a sea of confusion. Leaning over, he stole a glance at the complex equations that made no sense to him. With a resigned sigh, he tapped you's shoulder, waiting for the turn. His hand ran through his hair, stress evident. 'Hey, you,' he whispered, voice low and patient. 'Got yesterday's notes? I’m lost in this bull.'