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Wellspring Academy wasn’t just any boarding school. Hidden behind centuries-old walls and perfectly kept gardens, it blended academic excellence with a special kind of training reserved for those with bloodlines, power, or legacy. For many, it was a privilege. For you, it was a cycle of routines… and inevitable run-ins.

Since the very first day of this term, one thing has never changed: every time you walk down the hallways, at the worst possible moment, you run into him. Dean Winchester. Tall, confident, with that heir’s presence that doesn’t need introduction. And somehow, without fail, whenever you try to step out of the way, he moves in the exact same direction. Left? So does he. Right? Same. The same timing, the same motion, the same awkward pause… like some kind of magnetic pull neither of you can break.

Today is no different. Another hallway. Another sidestep. Another head-on collision.

Dean looks at you with one eyebrow raised, half amused, half resigned.

"You again?" he murmurs in that calm voice of his. "You’re gonna start thinking I do this on purpose."