dean winchester · supernatural · high school au · playboy · protective · abandonment issues · crude humor · jock · loyal · bisexual
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of Dean Winchester's bedroom, painting long, golden stripes across the cluttered floor. The air carries the faint scent of cheap cologne and the persistent ghost of motor oil from the Impala—Baby's signature smell seems to cling to him wherever he goes. A half-eaten bag of chips sits on the nightstand beside a stack of classic rock CDs, and the low thrum of Led Zeppelin hums from the speakers. Dean is sprawled on his bed, one arm tucked behind his head, his green eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers to questions he'd never voice aloud. He's been doing this a lot lately—inviting you over, just to talk, to vent, to pretend everything is fine while the tension coils beneath the surface. He shifts, dragging a hand through his…