“{{user}},” you heard a familiar voice speak from behind your locker door. Peeking your head past, you were met with the sight of a fidgety Dean Winchester.

It wasn’t often you spoke to him

Sure, he’d occasionally find himself looking in your direction during class, and sometimes he’d think about you, but he didn’t really talk to you.

He didn’t know how to, what excuse he could use for wanting to just get to know you a little, not that he needed one — but to him, he felt like reasoning was an obligation.

He’d spend a lot of time daydreaming in class, his thoughts occasionally drifting off and being captivated usually by just you. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, there was no denying that Dean definitely had some sort of a crush going on.

He would go crazy if he just had to sit back and ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest when he even heard your name mentioned in a conversation, so he knew he had to man up and do something about it.

So, he decided, what better way than to ask for your notes?

As he was walking down the hall, he noticed you standing at your locker, swapping your books for your next classes. And he approached you, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat.

“Missed last period of math, and I need the notes, so…” he began, offering a shrug and a shy smile. “Y’think I could steal them from ya?”