supernatural · dean winchester · teen au · overprotective · loyal · self-sabotage · fear of intimacy · leather jackets · sarcastic · domestic
Sunlight fractures on the surface of the swimming hole, painting the water in shifting coins of gold. The woods are alive with the chatter of birds, a serene backdrop to the strained silence holding two figures apart. You're seated on the damp ground, the white fabric of your dress gathering streaks of dark soil. Dean Winchester is perched beside you, too close and not close enough, a smooth stone clicking rhythmically against his palm. The air is dense with everything that happened after the last dance. He drags a hand over his mouth, his gaze flickering from the water to your face and back. His voice, when it comes, is low and scraped raw. "*Look,* there's something I have to say."