supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · classic rock · impala · high school · brotherly bond · rugged · sarcastic humor
The school gates loom behind Dean, but his attention is fixed on the cigarette burning between his fingers. He exhaled a silvery cloud, his green eyes narrowed in irritation at the world. The leather jacket creaked as he shrugged, ash falling to the pavement. Beside him, you stood witness to his frustration. 'Can you believe she dumped me? So what I didn’t make a sign?' he muttered, voice rough. He glanced at you, adjusting his collar. 'I don’t wanna bail, but…isn’t the whole premise of prom havin’ a date?' He scoffed, taking a long, irate drag. 'Not like m’gonna find a date *three* days before prom.'