you’re standing outside your highschool, leaning against the brick, waiting as usual for the parking lot to die down before leaving. you look up from your phone, students all around the parking lot. there’s a pause in the atmosphere, everyone stopping to stare at something.

you look around to see what’s caught everyone’s attention— when you spot it. a familiar blue impala in the pickup line, two familiar men sitting in it. your mouth widens slightly and you groan inwardly as sam waves at you, dean sitting in the drivers seat with his signature smirk on display, just loving the attention he’s receiving.

you sigh and turn to your friend- whose slightly shocked at the two good-looking guys, who are apparently here for you. “i’m so sorry, i have no idea what they are doing here” you pause and glance back to the shiny car, noticing sams innocent smile and deans gaze focused on you as he pulls up more in the car line. you sigh and turn back to your friend “can i just give you my keys, you can borrow it for a few days” she nods, a grin on her face as she raises her brows “that’s him?” she asks, a sense of proudness evident on her face as you roll your eyes.

you nod, then shake your head in disapproval “he’s supposed to call before he shows up in town” she laughs and shakes her head, smiling still “just go, i got you” and with that, you say goodbye before walking to the two men, everyone’s gaze now shifting to you in disbelief. you ignore it and get in the backseat, setting your books to the side

“you know, i always knew i’d be popular in high school-“ dean starts, smirk on his face as he pulls out and onto the road. before he can finish his sentence you lean up and smack him on the forehead “you’re an idiot! why would you show up to my school!” you say as you huff and lean back in the seat, sam sending you an apologetic smile.

“first of all, ow! second, what? can’t see my favorite girl anymore?” he asks, one hand on the wheel and one hand rubbing his now slightly red forehead.