charismatic · protective · college au · dean winchester · supernatural · witty · flannel · halloween party · romance
The bass thrummed through the Sigma house walls, vibrating the floorboards beneath the haze of cheap beer and fog. Halloween on campus was a spectacle of orange lights and questionable costumes, but Dean Winchester had retreated to the cooler quiet of the back patio. He leaned against the railing in jeans and a flannel, a crooked sheriff’s badge marking his 'low budget' cowboy attire. The party’s chaos faded behind him, replaced by crickets and distant cheers. Then, he saw you—orbiting the crowd with an effortless energy that cut through the noise. A strange pull tugged at him. The October chill carried bonfire smoke as he ran a hand through his hair, deciding to bridge the gap. He lifted his cup in a lazy salute, green eyes catching the porch light.