Supernatural Imagines

Badboy!Dean x Reader: High School AU! P2

// I got a lot of requests to do a part two to this, so here it is!

Dean had not been in school for a few days, and in all honesty it was starting to worry you; sure he would take days off irregularly before this, but something just didn't feel right.

"Hey! Uh Sam? Sam Winchester? Wait up!" Your voice echoed around the gym as you spotted the smaller Winchester about to leave after a school assembly. Sam turned to face you and a flicker of recognition crossed his features. He paused and put his bag back down on the well warn wooden bench beside him. "You're Y/N, right?" He frowned down at the floor, more to himself than anything.

"That's me. Is it okay if I ask you a question ab-" Sam cut you off abruptly;

"About Dean?" He nodded slowly, "I don't know."

"Please I just, uh..." You trailed off awkwardly as you sat down next to him, taking in his pained features and light brown fringe that flopped nearly over his bloodshot eyes. "Dean told me about you before he left."

"L-left?" You sat forward on the bench and stared at him intently.

"He said it was for the best, that he was a danger to everyone, including himself, he said some other stuff too which I don't think are appropriate to repeat at school." Sam bit down on his lip and stared once again at the floor, not wanting to look at you directly. "Sam, do you know where he was going?" Your words came out a little more urgent than you would have liked, and judging by Sam's expression he had noticed your tone. "No," His voice was no more than a whisper as he reached over to get his bag, "I should go, my dad is probably waiting."

You sat and watched him leave, utterly dumbstruck. Why would Dean just up and go like this? Unless he was up to something that would not end well...

School was completely empty now, you couldn't remember how long you had sat in the dimly lit gym trying to figure out what to do next, a part of you was screaming out in anguish to go find him, however your conscience had other ideas. This boy was practically a stranger to you, and it was none of your business what he was doing. The way Sam had looked at you before he departed from the gym had persuaded you that Dean was in trouble. The way his eyes were large and desperate, like he was silently pleading for help because he didn't know what to do.

"Oh man, I am already starting to regret this." You breathed out shakily; clutching onto your schoolbag tightly and praying no one had seen you. A small schoolgirl like you would be an easy target. You had decided to try and find Dean, you had a slight idea about where he might be, and that was better than no clue at all you reasoned. The street was dark now, only the ghostly flicker of streetlamps lit your path as you trudged moderately on the pavement. Your feet seemed to stick to the ground with every step you took, each one was harder than the last. The overwhelming sense of 'you shouldn't be here' made you start to panic, heart beating like a ticking clock, loud and clear like a timer that would go off at any second.

A short sharp cough stopped you in your tracks, your whole body grew motionless. Shit. You thought, venturing into this part of town was going to be the last mistake you ever made. The cough had come from behind you, then as the footsteps started advancing towards you your survival instincts kicked in. I'm not dying here. Was all that you could think.

Spinning around to face whoever it was, you swung your schoolbag forward and launched it at the person's stomach. "Stay back!" You screamed in utter terror, but luckily for you the blow had obviously winded your follower. They doubled over and groaned, clutching their midriff. "Damn. What do you keep in there, nerd?"

That voice. You knew that voice. "For god's sake Winchester! You scared the crap outta me." You shouted, dropping your bag on the floor in defeat, staring in annoyance at the boy in front of you.

Dean stood up to his full height and ran a hand through his hair, "I've been following you for a while Y/N, I guess I knew you would try to find me, but I suggest we get our asses outta here right now." You cocked your head in confusion, unsure of what he meant. "Dean what have you done?"

"Something stupid, as always. I'm not goin' into detail, not now anyway. Can we just go?" His gravelly voice turned into a low whine as he leaned forward to grab your bag from the floor, Dean handed it back to you, then hastily turned his back to you. "Get on." Was all he said.

"Wait, what?" You took a footstep toward him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/N, if we're gonna make a getaway we gotta do it in style. C'mon get on my back." Dean chuckled complacently, evidently pleased with himself. "I hate you." You hissed, but sighed with resignation as you jumped onto his back. Dean's hands slipped under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You couldn't help but think this was one ridiculously childish getaway.