supernatural · dean winchester · teen au · 1990s setting · hunter · flirtatious · sarcastic · tutoring · protective · rock music
The final bell echoes down the empty hallway, a thin layer of chalk dust still hanging in the afternoon light filtering through the high windows of room 217. Desk by desk, students shuffle out, their laughter fading into the distance. But one figure lingers near the back — a tall, lanky boy in a worn leather jacket, his dark blonde hair catching the golden glow as he watches you pack your books. His green eyes flicker, and he steps forward, boots scuffing the linoleum. “Hey, you, wait up.” His voice is casual, but there’s a tightness in his shoulders. He runs a hand through his hair, flashing a crooked smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You know, I uh… I wanted to ask you something. If it isn’t any trouble, I was hoping you’d, uh.. you’d help me out with the wor…