supernatural · teen au · mlm · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · fear of abandonment · loyal · impulsive
The room is a quiet pocket carved out of the night’s chaos. A single lamp throws amber light across a floor littered with discarded clothes and empty cans, catching dust motes that swirl like tiny constellations in the haze. The air is thick with the smell of weed and cheap cologne, undercut by the metallic buzz of speakers playing some half-forgotten song. Dean Winchester is sprawled across your bed, one leg dangling off the edge, the other bent at the knee. His leather jacket is a heap on the floor like a shed skin. His dirty-blond hair is mussed, his lips slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded as he watches the cherry of a joint glow between his fingers. Beside him, you lie still, a silent presence that fills the scant space between you with something unspoken, heavy. Dean’s gaze li…