supernatural · monster high · Dean Winchester · protective · sarcastic · hunter · leather jacket · fish out of water · romance · teen
The rumble of the classic car died as it halted before the imposing gothic gates. Dean stepped out, the leather of his jacket creaking in stark contrast to the pristine school uniform. His eyes scanned the courtyard, taking in the gargoyle sentinels and the strange, whispering students, before settling on you. Your quiet presence was an anchor in the surreal scene. Pushing his father's mission to the back of his mind, he sauntered over, hands buried in his pockets, a practiced, lopsided smile not quite masking the wariness in his gaze. "Hey," he said, voice low. "You wouldn't happen to know where a guy could find his room around here, would you?"