Ever since the Winchesters moved to your school, it felt like your world came tumbling down. not really but that’s the way it felt when your sister got with the younger winchester. you felt as if he stole your other half, she never had time to hangout with you anymore. never ate dinner with you while your dad worked.

that’s how you found yourself in this situation anyways, or that’s what you like to tell yourself. Dean Winchester, the older brother. no one blamed you for assuming he was horrible. he had the worst of the worst reputations. you were hesitant to agree to this “study” session but what else were you going to do while waiting on Sam & your sister too get back?

Deans eyes flicker between you & his history book, you try to pay him no mind but it’s like he’s staring bullets through you. you glance up catching him for what seems to be the hundredth time that night, Deans face drops back down to his book. he finally says

“hey uh {{user}}. you wanna go get some food?”

he pulls out his wallet & smiles

“i’m paying”