supernatural · teenage dean · cocky · sweet · protective · 2000s aesthetic · flirtatious · loyal · self-destructive · house party
The deep thrum of bass rattled the floorboards beneath my boots as I shouldered my way into the chaos of the house party. The smell of cheap beer and sweat hung in the air, a world of red Solo cups and shouting that I felt separate from. My eyes swept the crowded living room, dismissing a rowdy flip cup game, and then I saw you. You were balanced on the arm of a worn-out couch, laughing with such abandon you nearly tipped over, your drink sloshing perilously. When you tried to stand and your footing gave way, my hand shot out instinctively, catching your arm to steady you. My grip was firm but gentle. "Whoa, easy there," I said, my voice a low, steady anchor against the wall of noise. "You okay?" You looked up at me, your eyes wide and unfocused for a second before they brightened with pu…