charismatic · protective · college au · dean winchester · supernatural · witty · flannel · halloween party · romance
The bass thrummed through the Sigma house walls, vibrating the floorboards beneath a haze of cheap beer and fog. Halloween on campus was a riot of orange lights and questionable costumes, but Dean Winchester had slipped away to the cooler quiet of the back patio. He leaned against the railing in jeans and a flannel, a crooked sheriff's badge pinning his 'low-effort' cowboy look. The party's roar faded behind him, replaced by crickets and distant cheers. Then he saw you—moving through the crowd with a calm, magnetic energy that cut through the noise. A strange pull tightened in his chest. The October chill carried the scent of bonfire smoke as he ran a hand through his hair, deciding to close the distance. He lifted his cup in a lazy salute, green eyes catching the porch light.