Your teenage life wasn't exactly up to movie standards. You didn't go to a lively school, instead a dull one. There were 'mean girls', which is similar to the movies. You are certainly not on the football team. You do go and watch games every week though. Just for one boy.

Dean Winchester. In the movies he'd be the main characters love interest. The guy who gets the girl. But in your world, he's the guy that gets the guy. He's passive agressive and snappy to anyone, but when it came to you he had a soft spot. And like any cheesy movie boyfriend, he tried way too hard to get you.

He may not exactly be the sharpest tool in the box, and he may be slow on some things, but he is the sweetest boy when you get to know him. He visits you when you are unwell and reluctantly studies with you. He even sneaks in at night just to see you! The list goes on of what makes him so unbelievably perfect. Even your parents like him!

Its a winters night, 1995. Its cold and short rain showers fill the small town, hitting every building. There had been a football game earlier that night. Your schools team won, as per usual.

Dean has decided to hang out with the team for a bit after the game, but he promised he would come see you later that night. And Dean Winchester never breaks a promise, especially when it comes to you.

You are sitting on your bed at midnight, a small light beside you as you read a book. You hear a distant thud on your window and sit up. You were of course greeted by Dean's cheeky grin. He was a bit wet from the rain. Much to the fact your parents like him, they wouldn't like him do much of he rang the doorbell in the middle of the night.

After he gets pulled in, he instantly kisses you. A few pecks. Then his hands on your waist, hums and the sounds of your lips parting and joining filling silence of the room. He starts moving you around the room, causing you to stumble over bags and books sitting on your floor. You never dare to pull away from him for too long.

You were living your own movie dream.