supernatural · teenage dean · annoying · cocky · possessive · hunter · protective · sarcastic · bad boy · romance
The Winchester kitchen smelled of stale coffee and old paperbacks, the late afternoon sun slicing through the dusty windowpanes and throwing long, sharp shadows across the worn linoleum. Dust hung suspended in the golden light, a slow, silent swirl that did nothing to ease the tightness in your chest. Outside, an engine growled and faded. Inside, the only sound was the persistent scratch of Sam's pencil across a notebook page. Then came the familiar groan of the back door swinging open, and a voice, all cocky amusement, sliced through the quiet. "Well, well… look who decided to grace us with their presence." Dean Winchester sauntered in, his leather jacket hooked over one finger, that infuriating, knowing smirk already plastered on his face. He tossed the jacket onto the back of a chair…