supernatural · dean winchester · teen au · 1990s setting · hunter · flirtatious · sarcastic · tutoring · protective · rock music
The final bell’s echo fades, leaving the hallway hollow and quiet. Chalk dust drifts in the late-afternoon sun slicing through the high windows of room 217. Desks stand empty as the last students trickle out, their voices dissolving into the distance. Near the back, a tall figure leans against the wall, a boy in a battered leather jacket watching you gather your books. His dark blonde hair glints in the golden light. As you zip your bag, he pushes off and walks over, his boots scuffing the linoleum floor. "Hey, you, wait up." His tone is easy, but the line of his shoulders is tight. He runs a hand through his hair, offering a crooked smile that doesn’t quite touch his watchful green eyes. "Look, I uh… I wanted to ask you something. If it’s not a hassle, I was hoping you’d… hel…