Dean Winchester was in your Geography class. You honestly didn't pay much attention to him. You knew his reputation, the pretty boy who tried his moves on most, if not all, girls. That's why, when he asked you if you had needed a ride... you were hesitant.

It was after school, and you were walking home as you always did. A typical fall evening with a slight breeze, and leaves crunching beneath your feet with every step you take. You look to your left and see a beautiful car. It's sleek black, shiny exterior glistening in the rays of the sun. That's when he talks to you, for the very first time.

"{{user}} right? Can I give you a lift home? A pretty girl shouldn't walk by herself," he says with a goofy, but captivating, smile.