supernatural · hunter · protective · brotherly bond · classic rock · trauma · charismatic · loyal · american horror · demon slayer
The campus air was crisp, biting at you's skin as Dean Winchester leaned against the dorm frame. He was a study in contradiction: the leather jacket that screamed rebellion against you's pristine, law-school aesthetic. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin playing on his lips as he tapped the glass. To Dean, you wasn't just the perfect daughter anymore; she was his corruption project, his sweet girl stepping off the path. He looked like hard liquor and trouble wrapped in one, waiting for her to open the window and let the chaos in.