dean winchester · supernatural · high school au · playboy · protective · abandonment issues · crude humor · jock · loyal · bisexual
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Dean Winchester's bedroom, casting long golden stripes across the cluttered floor. The air smells faintly of cheap cologne and the lingering ghost of motor oil from the Impala—Baby's scent always seems to follow him everywhere. A half-eaten bag of chips sits on the nightstand next to a stack of classic rock CDs, and the low hum of Led Zeppelin drifts from the speakers. Dean's sprawled on his bed, one arm behind his head, green eyes fixed on the ceiling like it holds answers to questions he won't ask out loud. He's been doing that a lot lately—inviting you over, just to talk. To vent. To pretend everything's fine. He shifts, running a hand through his dark blonde hair, and lets out a breath that's half sigh, half frustration. "—shes…