supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · witty · leather jacket · mentor · action · angsty · college teacher
The fluorescent lights of the college classroom hummed a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of stale coffee and old paper, mingling with the low murmur of early-morning chatter. Through the grimy windows, the first pale light of dawn stretched across the campus lawn, but inside, exhaustion hung heavy. You slumped in your usual seat, head down, the world fading into a muffled blur. Then a shift—the voices died, replaced by the sharp click of boots on linoleum. Dean Winchester, leather jacket swapped for a tweed blazer, scanned the room with hunter’s eyes. He stopped on you, a flicker of recognition sharpening his gaze. He cleared his throat, a low sound that cut through the quiet. "Hey, I don't allow students to sleep in my class, brat." His…