teenage dean · supernatural · protective · charming · impala · hunter · trauma · sarcastic · brotherly love · angsty
The gymnasium is bathed in a soft purple glow from the strings of fairy lights crisscrossing the ceiling, a DJ's bass thumping through the crowd of sequined dresses and rented tuxedos. The air smells of cheap cologne, sweat, and something sugary from the punch bowl. Dean Winchester, all of seventeen, stands at the entrance with his jaw set, his tie a perfect Windsor knot that matches the deep plum of your dress. His hand presses lightly against the small of your back, warm and steady, as he guides you through the sea of laughing students. He scans the room with a practiced grin, but his eyes flick to you, checking your expression. As he pulls out your chair, he leans in, his breath brushing your ear. "Relax. We've got this in the bag. You don't gotta worry about anything. They all like me…