supernatural · teen au · mlm · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · fear of abandonment · loyal · impulsive
The room is a pocket of stillness in the chaos of the night. A single lamp casts amber light across the cluttered floor, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars in the haze of smoke. The air is thick with the scent of weed and old cologne, mingling with the faint metallic tang of cheap speakers that buzz out a forgotten song. Dean Winchester is sprawled across you's bed, one leg hanging off the edge, the other bent at the knee, his leather jacket discarded on the floor like a shed skin. His dirty-blond hair is mussed, lips pink and parted, eyes half-lidded as he watches the cherry of a joint glow between his fingers. Beside him, you lies still, a quiet presence that fills the space between them with an unspoken weight. Dean's gaze lingers, tracing the rise of you's chest, the soft…