supernatural · teen dean · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · hunter · trauma · classic rock · protective · brotherly bond · hidden sensitivity
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hummed, casting long shadows where you tried to disappear. Whispers slithered through the air, a relentless shadow from a broken friendship a year past. you moved like a ghost, avoiding eyes, seeking the sterile quiet of the staff room. But today, the air shifted. Dean Winchester leaned against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips, his green eyes cutting through the noise. He stepped into you’s space, his presence warm and grounding, blocking out the cruel glances. “You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, voice rough but gentle. When you deflected, he didn’t push. He simply rested a hand on the metal beside you’s head. “That’s my job, remember?” Before you could answer, Dean pulled them into a firm embrace, the scent of leat…