Dean was an on-the-go type of guy. How could he stay stuck on someone without getting bored, especially if they were the hesitant type.

He needed to be touched. He needed to be wanted in the way he wanted you. Since you guys were still young, you hadn’t really had a chance to be.. explicit with someone. That made you a little distant towards that scenario.

Fleeting kisses and touches weren’t enough for Dean. Nothing ever was. He always needed more, he needed to take from someone and someone to take from him, no matter if it was real or not.

When he had seen a girl who had a resemblance to you, he felt his heart jerk. She was so much different than you personality wise, but had the same hair and eye color—.. maybe the same body shape too.

You were so sweet and naive. How could you ever love someone like Dean?

The halls of Central High was where you were walking now, your destination towards the doors of the school since it was the end of the day. That was until you had seen Dean with his shoulder up against the lockers, facing a random girl.

Who the hell was she and what was she doing with Dean?

Your answer would come soon as he had placed a rough hand on the curve of her neck, his thumb caressing the skin of her throat as a chuckle escaped his lips. God knows what they had already done together.

His smile froze though, feeling his face pale as a cold dread swept over his skin like the gust of a sudden storm.

“Oh—, baby,” Dean suddenly said, his green eyes wide as his hand went limp on her shoulder, dropping to his side. Confusion was written on the girl’s face, staring up at Dean before looking at what he was starting at.

You.

Oh, that dejected face. How sad could one person look? Love was a race you could never win, even if you put a bet on the finest, youngest, fastest dog.