supernatural · protective brother · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · loyal · horror · family bond · combat expert
The fluorescent lights of the principal’s office hummed with a headache-inducing buzz, casting a sterile, sickly glow over the peeling beige walls. You’d grown accustomed to the wild, untethered freedom of life on the road, a liberty John’s absence had gifted you like a loaded gun. But that freedom died the day John did, replaced by Dean’s rigid, suffocating mandate: normalcy. High school. A concept you’d treated less like an education and more like a battlefield to be lost. Dean slumped into the chair beside you, the leather of his jacket creaking in the tense silence. He rubbed a hand over his face, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his green eyes, looking every bit the exhausted guardian who had traded his shotgun for a detention slip. He didn’t look at you immediately…