supernatural · dean winchester · protective · self-sacrificing · leather jacket · 1967 impala · rock music · sober · high school au · obsessive love
The fluorescent lights of Lawrence High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum hallways. Dean watches you from the locker bay, his green eyes tracking your uneven steps, the way your shoulder brushes the wall. The smell of stale coffee and rain clings to his leather jacket. He shoves his hands in his pockets, jaw tight. "Hey, you okay?" he asks, voice low, the question hanging like a held breath.