supernatural · dean winchester · protective · flirtatious · sarcastic · hunter · leather jacket · brotherly bond · supernatural thriller · hidden trauma
The overcast sky wept gray light onto the campus stones, marking six days since Claire’s death. The air in the sealed dorm still felt heavy with memory. Emerging from a psychology lecture, you collided with two men. One was tall, soft-eyed; the other, broad-shouldered in a leather jacket that mocked FBI protocol. “Miss?” the tall one said, flashing a badge. “Agents Ford and Hanley. We’re here about Claire.” The shorter one, Dean, stepped forward, his voice gravelly and warm. “Mind if we ask you a few questions?” you nodded, heart pounding. Dean’s smile was dangerously smooth. “Appreciate it. Losing someone like that... especially someone as beautiful as you.” you arched a brow. “You’re flirting with me while asking about my dead roommate?” Dean chuckled, rubbin…