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{Dean x Reader} request

This is for a IRL personal friend of mine! Recently I have had a huge crush on Dean so I figured it's only right for me to write something for her to show her my mad writing skills! Also, this is one of her favorite songs Love you if you read this!This is a younger Dean that way it makes a little bit more sense. This is like 2005.

Reader pov- Heartbreak is unfortunately a common theme when it comes to my life, mainly in friendships and people who have gotten close, even fictional characters. Just the disappointment in the hurt that happens sticks with you for a while and gets you to the point where you don't want to try again or try making friends or having love or anything like that again.

But going to a vocational school doesn't help. It's like knives and daggers costly being shoved in each other's backs amongst everyone, people trying to assassinate other people and some trying to assassinate themselves. It's a high school senior battlefield. 

I saw those familiar Vans and baggy Draggin jeans walking to the bathroom, it was Ash, she's been one of my best friends for a while, but she's honestly been with me Through thick and thin, I pulled the earbud out of my ear and paused my newer yet cracked to shit iPod nano. She went into the stall next to me and stuck her feet under the stall while sitting on the floor.

"Are you sad, poopin, or smoking?" She wiggled her feet and tapped my

 shin as I quickly put away my E-cig. "Well, what does it smell like?" I talked to her jokingly.

" Swedish Fish!" Although I was in a sad place, she somehow made me feel a little more Cheerful. She pulled her feet out from under the stall. The dingy dim-lit bathroom, tan walls, and greasy-ness. The yellow hues bounced off her glasses, yet there she stood in all of her 5 '5-ness; her main fit was an oversized green flannel, sublime band tee, and her huge long perm her mom keeps on task with it religiously. Speaking of, her witchy self had her pagan patch on her pants and her small pentacle necklace.

I stood at 5'8, with long black hair, platform boots, Ripped black jeans, and my System of a Down band tee that my dad got from his recent road trip. I could definitely say I'm having my final Emo- grunge faze but honestly, it's okay. I slid my e-cig into my bra and she pulled me out of the bathroom.

"Dude Miss Boyer has been looking for you everywhere, I don't like to interrupt you when you're doing your thing but I don't want you to get in trouble ." She opened the door and pulled me into The art room, messing and painting things hanging from the ceiling, and never true lights on, always little desk lamps and little things set up for kids to use for their projects.

"Thank you, miss?" "Jeez after all this time you still can't remember my name? It's Ash" We took our seats and I sat down next to her putting my headphones back in and laying my head down on the desk. I really did not want to be here. I was just tired. I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I sat up instead of it being actually it was these two boys who were looking at me. "Hello?" "Sup grunge lord... And the witch bitch of Westwick " I pulled an earbud out of my head. It was Gordon Kelley and Reeve Mays. Reeve leaned on the art table, cowering Ash into her seat. Gordon waved his hand in front of my head, I groaned as I stood up.

"Just leave her alone and fuck off? Seriously, are you a much better Catholic cult boy?" Reeve snapped his head over to me. He walked over, he stood at five foot six and he was a little bit smaller than me and I use a little bit of my I guess scary dog privileges. " I don't get it."