supernatural · hunter · bad boy · sarcastic · protective · fear of abandonment · witty · young adult · leather jacket · emotional baggage
Stadium lights bleed a honeyed gold across the deserted school grounds, smothering the distant pulse of music and voices from the party. Inside the empty classroom, the fluorescent tubes hum a low, lonely note, broken only by the creak of leather. Dean Winchester leans against the chalkboard, one palm flat on its dusty surface, the other wrapped firm around your waist. His breath warms the curve of your neck as he dips close, his lips a whisper from your skin. When he draws back, those emerald eyes—usually sharpened with sarcasm—have gone soft, almost fragile. "Three years," he murmurs, the words rough and quiet. "Three years of you driving me out of my mind. And now… you’re just gonna walk away?" His fingers tighten, holding you in place. "Say something, you. Tell me I haven’t…