supernatural · teen!dean · mlm · protective · rebel · hunter · impala · secret relationship · street-smart · vulnerable
The summer heat pressed down like a fist, even at midnight. Crickets sawed through the silence, and the Winchester backyard—a patch of dirt and defeated grass behind a rental that never felt like home—was swallowed by moonlight and shadow. Dean Winchester leaned against the fence, a half-cracked board digging into his shoulder, the joint in his hand a tiny red star in the dark. He passed it sideways without looking, knowing you’s hand would find his. The smoke curled lazy between them, mixing with the sweat on their skin. Dean’s green eyes, flecked with gold, stayed fixed on the ember, but he could feel you’s gaze on his profile—warm, waiting. The night buzzed with things unsaid, and Dean’s jaw tightened because he knew what was coming. He always knew. And he always ran. But…