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Ch. 11 Back To School.

I waited behind my bedroom door, knowing Dean would go there. My hands were firmly planted around the handle of the pan, and right when Dean opened the door, I hit him right in the stomach. He let out a huge gasp of surprise, stumbling back. I knew it would only surprise him more than hurt him but it was so worth it. Stepping out from behind the door, I grinned evilly. "That is for giving me a hickey you jerk." I said, Dean was leaning against the wall grinning. "You truly wound me. An inhumanely strong werewolf against a human girl with a frying pan. It almost isn't even a fair fight." He taunted, I rolled my eyes, and walked back into my room.

We just wandered around until nine, at nine I walked up to my room, and announced that I was going to sleep. "This early?" Dean asked, "Yeah." I answered, my tone implying he was an idiot. Not unusual. He rolled his eyes and went to lay next to me. "Whoa, slow down there. What do you think you're doing?" I asked sassily, Dean cocked a brow. "Going to sleep."

"Please we are not sleeping on the same bed. Here." I said, dropping a pillow and blanket on the floor. "We slept on the bed last night." He complained, I sighed, "That's because you had a nightmare, and when you woke up you asked me to." I admitted, Dean paused. "Really?" He asked, I nodded. He laid on the bed next to me. "I'm scared." He said teasing, scooting up next to me. "Prick." I responded, shoving him off.

Dean landed on the floor and let out loose laughter, and I snuggled up in my covers.

"Love you too." He commented sarcastically.

That morning, I woke up at six thirty, yes intentionally. I'm nineteen, and I'm still in highschool, I was held back in the first grade, so... yeah. And Dean conveniently showed up on weekends, but it is Sunday night so I have to get ready for school, unwillingly. When I got up, Dean woke up. "What are you doing?" He asked, "I have to go to school stupid." I answered snarkily, grabbing some clothes. "Really, aren't you nineteen?"

"I was held back in the first grade - Wait how old are you?" I'm so stupid, why have I never asked him this? For all I know he could be like thirty-three years old and just have some weird werewolf magic disguising his age or something. "Twenty." He answered, "Oh." I responded, grinning. "What?" He asked, noticing my grin. "Nothing." I lied, knowing he knew I lied, and I walked off and changed.

Dean waited by the front door for me, "Do you have to go?" He whined, "You are like a dog aren't you? Faithfully waiting till I come back." I taunted, Dean rolled his eyes. "Of course I have to go you idiot, school is kind of a mandatory thing." I added. Instead of complaining like I thought he would all he did was suddenly act very reserved and say, "Hmmmm."

"What are you planning?"

"What do you mean what am I planning?"

"I hate you."

That was our short conversation, before I stepped out of the door. Dean walked me to school, but it bothered me the whole walk there.

What was he planning?