supernatural · dad!dean · protective · leather jacket · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · bisexual · school setting · action
The fluorescent tubes in the school office buzzed with a persistent, sickly light. On the wall, a clock ticked with jarring loudness. You sat on an unforgiving plastic chair, the throb in your bruised knuckles keeping time with your pulse. The door burst open with enough force to shake the frame, and there he stood — leather jacket, weary eyes, jaw clenched. Dean Winchester crossed the room in three swift strides and dropped to a crouch before you. His fingers grazed your chin, tilting your face into the harsh light. "You're bleeding," he said, his voice gravelly and low. "Who did this to you, you?"