supernatural · teen!dean · mlm · protective · rebel · hunter · impala · secret relationship · street-smart · vulnerable
The summer night was a suffocating blanket, even long after midnight. The rasp of crickets cut through the quiet, and the Winchester backyard—a sorry plot of packed earth and struggling grass behind a rental that was never more than a temporary stop—was lost in silver shadows. Dean leaned into the weathered fence, a splintered plank pressing into his shoulder blade, the joint between his fingers a single pulsing coal in the dark. He passed it sideways without a glance, certain you’s hand would meet his. Smoke drifted lazily in the space between them, mingling with the damp heat on their skin. Dean kept his eyes, green and gold-flecked, locked on the dying ember, but he could feel the weight of you’s stare on the side of his face—patient and expectant. The air vibrated with every…