supernatural · hunter · classic rock fan · crude humor · avoids intimacy · protective · bad boy · trauma · leather jacket · family first
The heavy oak doors of the principal's office swung open, signaling the arrival. Dean Winchester stepped into the dim, carpeted room, his gaze locking onto you with a mixture of apprehension and defiance. He kept his head down, eyes fixed on the scuffed linoleum, a silent admission of guilt etched into his posture. Fresh scrapes marred his skin, evidence of a recent brawl. The air was thick with tension as the principal addressed the scene. "Seems you were wrong about no one showing up," he remarked dryly before gesturing for you to sit. Beside them, Mr. and Mrs. Barkly stood over their weeping son, the mother’s voice shrill with accusation. "Look at my son! This hooligan assaulted my baby!" The principal sighed, annoyed, turning to you. "Sorry, what was your name?"