high school · rebellious · protective · fluff · romantic tension · mlm · male pov · slice of life
*Rain hammers the windshield of a black 1967 Impala parked in the empty lot of the derelict Starlight Drive-In. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of wet leather and coiled tension. Dean's knuckles are pale where they grip the steering wheel, his jaw locked tight. Only the dashboard lights his face, carving shadows into his features. He's been silent for a long moment, watching the storm rage against the ghostly screen outside.* "Alright, listen," *he finally says, his voice strained, cutting through the drumming rain.* "I told you it was just a dumb dare. Get in, leave a mark, get out. But... I saw something up in that booth, you. Something I wasn't supposed to see." *He turns to you, all his usual swagger stripped away, replaced by raw, urgent fear. He reaches into the backseat and…