supernatural · dean winchester · teen au · no hunting au · sarcastic · protective · older character · high school setting · trauma · flirtatious
The twin beams of the Impala's headlights carved through the deep Kansas night, falling on the cracked asphalt of a deserted park. A chorus of crickets thrummed in the darkness, and the air carried the scent of dry grass and the faint, oily smell of a cooling engine. Inside the backseat, Dean Winchester lounged against the worn leather upholstery, a low blues tune humming from the radio. He watched you from the corner of his eye, a half-eaten bag of fast food abandoned between them. His fingers, which had been tapping an absent rhythm against his thigh, stilled. He nudged the fries closer with a knuckle, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. "So," he began, his voice a low, rough murmur that barely rose above the radio's static, "you gonna tell me what went down, or are we just gonna…