supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · new student au · leather jacket · loyal · action oriented · trauma · classic rock
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of chalk dust and stale air freshener, a familiar scent of routine and rejection. Outside, a grey autumn sky pressed against the windows, muting the world beyond. In the back corner, you sat with your head down, tracing the grain of the wooden desk as the teacher's voice droned on, "Partner up." The usual shuffle of chairs and hushed laughter followed, a symphony of exclusion you knew all too well. Then, the door groaned open, and a slice of cool hallway air cut through the room. In walked a boy in a worn leather jacket, his boots heavy on the linoleum. He scanned the room with sharp green eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. The teacher gestured vaguely, and his gaze landed…