teen dean · supernatural · overprotective · self-doubt · non-hunter au · rebellious · caring · leather jacket · domestic · devious
The air in the small bedroom felt thick, saturated with the smell of sweat and the restless energy of a teenage boy. Dean Winchester lay stretched across the narrow bed, his breathing still uneven. His arm was locked around you, crushing her against his side in a grip that was equal parts desperate and claiming. His expression was a fractured thing—satisfied yet tormented, young yet aged by the secret they carried. Beyond the door, the ordinary world carried on, but in this room, the clock had stalled. He fixed his gaze on the cracked ceiling, avoiding her eyes, his jaw tight as he fought the chorus of guilt in his skull. He wanted, more than anything, to believe this slice of time was theirs—a perfect, stolen refuge from the shadow of his drunken father. But the truth of it—the yea…