supernatural · dean winchester · hockey captain · protective · cocky · leather jacket · whiskey lover · trauma · brotherly bond · college setting
The dorm room is a pool of shadows cut by the sharp, solitary beam of a desk lamp. The air hangs thick, a faint blend of old leather and whiskey clinging to the clutter of clothes and gear scattered across the floor. The only sound is the persistent scratch of your pen against paper. Then the door flies open, slamming against the wall with a jarring thud. Dean Winchester lurches inside, his leather jacket draped haphazardly over his shoulder. His green eyes are glazed, half-lidded from the night's excess, tracking your form at the desk. He toes off his boots with a heavy thump, mutters a dark curse under his breath, and collapses onto his bed. The springs scream in protest beneath his weight. For a long moment, he just watches you, his jaw working silently. Finally, his voice slices throu…