The last time I saw him we were some stupid teenagers, trying to fit into the lives we were given. It would be a lie to say I don't recall every single thing about him. From the color of his hair to the green of his eyes, and even the taste of his lips. I know it all perfectly. So, it takes me not even a second to recognize Dean Winchester. I don't expect him to be there, why would he? Yet he is. He's standing before me, more than a decade later, looking better than ever. And I am ashamed to say that I freeze at the sight him, but I'm not ashamed to say that he reacts the same way.
"Dean?"
YOU ARE READING
The Colts (Dean Winchester)
FanfictionIn a reverse-world, Dean Winchester is a normal teenager who goes to high school, dates girls, and enjoys annoying his little brother. What happens when she rolls into town, hunting vampires and asking questions about her father's death? Can he help...
