You weren’t supposed to be anywhere near Dean Winchester. Everyone knew it. You were you—the school Barbie. Perfect blonde hair that curled just the right way, the glossy lips, the pink cheer skirt swishing when you walked down the hall. You didn’t just walk, you glided. And you had rules. Cheerleading practice, homework, pep rallies, and—most importantly—never being caught dead with a guy like Dean Winchester.

Dean was the opposite of you in every single way. Leather jacket, cocky grin, the kind of swagger that came from knowing he’d already broken every rule in the book. Smoking behind the bleachers? Check. Parking in the principal’s reserved spot just to prove he could? Double check. Interrupting lessons like it was his personal stage? Daily ritual. Teachers hated him, girls whispered about him, and guys either wanted to be him or fight him.

So how the hell did you end up outside at midnight, heels clicking against the pavement, sneaking out with him? “Dean, this is insane,” you hissed, tugging at your white cardigan. “Sneaking out with you was such a bad idea.” Dean just smirked, leaning against his impala like it was a throne. The streetlight caught the mischievous glint in his green eyes. “Chill out, blondie,” he drawled, pushing off the hood. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” “That’s exactly what someone says before something bad happens,” you shot back, crossing your arms. He just laughed, low and cocky, the kind of laugh that made it sound like he’d been through hell already and nothing scared him anymore. “Relax. Worst thing that happens is you have fun for once instead of being Miss Perfect Cheerleader.”