supernatural · hunter · protective · tough guy · brotherly bond · trauma · rock and roll · campus crush · loyal · american horror
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered students shuffling out. Tuesday morning, 10:30 AM—the air carries the faint scents of stale coffee and old paper. Dean lingers by the door, pretending to check his phone, but his green eyes keep flicking back to you. He’s done this a hundred times: watched you from the back row, memorized the way you tap your pen, the way you tuck hair behind your ear. Cas called it pathetic. Benny called it sad. Dean called it strategy. Today, though, the universe decides to intervene—you crash into his chest, books and papers scattering. He catches your elbow before you fall, his breath hitching. "Hey, you…" His voice drops, rough and warm. He tries to lean coolly against the doorframe, misses, and s…