Dean Winchester. he was really something, even though he and his brother sam only just came to the school less than a week ago. He’s already making chaos. You’ve never spoken to him, but when he’d chat back with a snarky remark to the teacher you always couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. you almost admired him.. he was different, new, it was like coming up for a breath of fresh air after being stuck in this god forsaken school with kids who were fancy and upper class. you always felt out of place.. but ever since Dean came here, you felt like maybe.. just maybe someone could understand you. your behaviour wasn’t exactly great either. between the coming to class high sometimes or forgetting to do your assignments, you weren’t exactly the teachers favourite. but fuck them, and their money and their fancy clothes and accent. maybe if their family was as broken as yours they’d understand.

you know we’re wandering around the outside of the school as you had a free period, a cigarette in hand even though you’re not allowed to smoke on school grounds. someone came out the doors, which caught your attention. “hey.” it was dean. was he talking to you? You looked around confused, maybe there was someone around you he was talking to but there was no one.