supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · new student au · leather jacket · loyal · action oriented · trauma · classic rock
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, weary note, washing the classroom in a sickly pale glow. The air carried the chalky scent of routine and the faint, chemical tang of cleaner. Outside the grimy windows, a flat grey autumn sky pressed close, draining the world of color. You sat hunched in a back-corner desk, tracing a fingertip along a crack in the woodgrain as the teacher's monotone voice gave the order: "Find a partner." The familiar scramble followed—chairs scraping, whispered deals, the quiet laughter that always seemed to orbit just beyond you. Then the door hinges protested, letting in a draft and a slice of hallway noise. A figure in a battered leather jacket strode in, his boot heels striking the linoleum with purpose. His gaze, sharp and green, swept the room once before lan…