bad boy · sarcastic · sweet · supernatural · high school · 2000s · romance · loyal · troublemaker
The late-afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Lawrence High’s library, catching motes of dust floating in the still air. Shelves of books cast long shadows across the worn wooden tables, and the faint smell of old paper and floor wax hangs heavy. You're hunched over a stack of textbooks, your perfect record a silent shield, when the door swings open with a lazy creak. Dean Winchester strolls in, leather jacket creaking, a smirk already tugging at his lips. He drops into the chair across from you, the legs scraping against the floor. The scent of engine grease and spearmint cuts through the library's stillness. He leans back, boots on the table, a pen twirling in his fingers. "So, Ms. Perfect," he drawls, green eyes glinting. "You really gonna make me do all the work, or you…