Supernatural Imagines

Badboy!Dean x Reader: High School AU!

Dean Winchester.
Those two words meant more to you than they probably should; his name was uttered in hushed murmurs every time he walked through the claustrophobic corridors of your school. Dean shoved anyone out of his way if they were blocking his path, simply because he could. No one would dare to pick a fight with him. His whole manner seemed to scream 'Don't mess with me.' Something about him didn't seem to fit, and you just couldn't let it go. He was in your science class, and sat right at the back next to the window with peeling white paint on its ledge. Out of the corner of your eye you always saw what no one else apparently did. Dean's expression was one of someone who was troubled, his eyes lost some of their usual darkness and it was replaced with dull pain.

One day he caught you staring at him, and you cursed yourself for being so slow to turn away. He was most definitely not going to let this go.
Nervously you packed all your equipment back into your bag, zipping it up quietly and praying that Dean would not see you leaving. You thought you had gotten away with it until you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder and the familiar smell of his cologne.
"Y/N." Dean's voice was rough and low as he turned you around to face him.
You gulped and nodded, instinctively trying to avoid eye contact with the tall boy in front of you. "I'm not going to hurt you, what sorta person do you take me for?" Dean now sounded amused at your reaction to him, he gently released your shoulder, his green eyes boring into you.
You felt a surge of bravery shoot through you, "What do you want from me?"
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, like it was obvious. "You think this is the first time I've caught you looking at me? No sweetheart, it's like you can't keep your eyes off me." He let out a chuckle, leaning against the wooden desk behind him. "Not that I mind a little attention from someone like you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked incredulously, folding your arms across your chest.
"Everyone else thinks I'm some kind of monster... Right? Yeah, sure they do, but it's weird 'cause you look at me different. Your eyes aren't full of fear or distrust. It's kind of more, uh-" he trailed off, waving his hands about in search of the right word.
"Care." You whisper in a quick exhale of breath.
Dean's ears pricked up and you knew he had heard you. "Are you messing with me Y/N?"
You shook your head, now embarrassed at yourself.
"Wow. That's new." Was all Dean could muster, he breathed out slowly, his gaze drifting to the window. You couldn't believe it, you of all people had left Dean Winchester speechless.
"Thank you." Dean's voice was sincere but gruff as he took a step toward you, "Y'know, it's not illegal to look me in the eyes. I ain't fricking Medusa." This remark made you laugh softly, and you decided to comply, lifting your head to meet his eyes with your own.
Dean quickly ducked forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I guess I'll see you around Y/N."
Before you knew it, the defences were back up; his face was back to being emotionless as he straightened up and pushed past you out of the classroom door.
Damn. You had gotten so close to figuring him out, well at least now you knew Dean was not all he seemed. However it sure as hell was going to bug you not knowing more about him.