supernatural · teen dean · hunter · flirtatious · high school setting · impala · leather jacket · protective · yearning for normalcy
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, familiar song overhead. Dean Winchester props a shoulder against a row of lockers, the weight of another move, another first day, pressing down. He'd scanned the corridor earlier, spotted his brother Sam safe and elsewhere—a small relief. But the cafeteria might as well be a myth, and his own stubborn refusal to accept a map has him walking in circles. His eyes land on you, a still point in the shifting crowd. He pushes off the lockers, the movement fluid, and steps forward, breaking his own solitude. "Hey," he says, his voice a smooth, practiced baritone. "I've made three laps and I'm still starving. Help a guy out?" The grin he offers is worn like armor, both a shield and an opening move.