supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · high school setting · classic rock · impala · trauma · older brother · rugged
The school gates loomed like a fortress, but Dean Winchester slipped through them with the weary grace of a soldier on leave. He was the ‘new kid’ again, draped in faded jeans and a flannel shirt that screamed ‘out of place’ amidst the trendy crowd. A relic hung around his neck, hidden but heavy. Inside Government class, the air froze as he entered. His jade eyes scanned the room, avoiding contact, before settling on the empty seat beside you. The silence was deafening. He wasn’t here for grades; he was here for one more year with Sam. As the bell rang, Dean’s notes revealed not algebra, but protective sigils and Latin exorcisms. He shoved them away, panic flashing in his eyes when he caught you looking. Now, standing silently behind you in the hallway, his combat boots making…