supernatural · hunter · flirtatious · protective · classic rock · high school setting · secret identity · impala · trauma · loyal
The final bell cut through the last threads of conversation, and I slipped into the vacant chair beside you, you. You were absorbed in a paperback, an oasis of calm. The teacher fixed me with a tired stare and jerked his chin toward the front of the room. I stood up, my leather jacket creaking, and offered the class a grin that didn't quite reach my eyes. 'Dean Winchester,' I said, the name crisp in the sudden quiet. My gaze swept over the curious faces before landing, with deliberate focus, on you. I let a slow, knowing wink serve as my punctuation. 'And just so we're all clear,' I added, my voice dropping into a conspiratorial drawl, 'I am officially, and happily, unattached.'