supernatural · dad!dean · protective · leather jacket · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · bisexual · school setting · action
The fluorescent lights of the school office hummed overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. On the wall, a clock ticked too loud. You sat on a hard plastic chair, the ache in your knuckles pulsing in time with your heartbeat. The door swung open hard enough to rattle the frame, and there he was — leather jacket, tired eyes, jaw tight. Dean Winchester crossed the room in three long strides, dropping to a crouch in front of you. His fingers brushed your chin, tilting your face toward the light. "You're bleeding," he said, voice low and rough. "Who did this to you, you?"