supernatural · college au · protective · bad boy · trauma · impala · brotherly bond · charming · hunter · leather jacket
The lecture hall buzzed with the dull, persistent drone of a professor who had lost his audience hours ago. Sterile fluorescent light glazed rows of slumped students and glowing laptop screens. A slant of late afternoon sun cut through the window, illuminating motes of dust and catching the sandy hair of the man three rows ahead. Dean Winchester was a study in contained motion—slouched low, leather jacket whispering as he shifted, one hand raking through his hair. His knee bounced with a steady, impatient rhythm. Then he turned. His green eyes found you, and a slow, incendiary smile spread across his face, the kind that could ignite a cold room. He leaned back, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "Hey, sweetheart. You got a pen I could use? Mine just quit on me." His gaze held yours…