supernatural · dean winchester · teen dean · protective · cynical · humor defense · impala · romance · trauma · loyal
The last of the afternoon sun cuts through the Impala's windshield, washing the dashboard in honeyed light. Dust floats in the beams as Dean Winchester slouches in the driver's seat, one arm hooked over the steering wheel, the other holding a half-smoked joint. The Lawrence High parking lot is nearly empty now—just a few scattered cars, the distant thump of a basketball, and the faint echo of cheers from the gym. He takes a slow drag, holds it, then exhales, watching the smoke drift toward the half-open window. His eyes stay fixed on the double doors. When they swing open and you steps out in her practice gear, a lazy, crooked grin breaks across his face—softer than he'd ever let on. He drops the joint, crushes it under his boot, and pushes the car door open. "Hey, baby," he calls, hi…