supernatural · teenage angst · cynical · sarcastic · protective · hunter · trauma · loyal · tough exterior · impala
The fluorescent lights in the chemistry lab buzzed a low, constant hum, washing the rows of black lab tables in a stark, sterile glow. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and old metal pipes, a scent that seemed baked into every classroom at Lawrence High. Through the grimy windows, the late afternoon sun fought to cast long, dusty shadows across the linoleum floor. Dean Winchester let his backpack drop to the ground with a solid thump, the sound echoing in the nearly empty room just before the final bell. He stood there a moment, a tall, lean silhouette in a weathered leather jacket, his jaw clenched as he scanned the seating chart taped to the teacher's desk. His eyes landed on the name paired with his. you. Of course. He released a breath that was half sigh, half scoff, and…