✮ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭 ✮ | Dean Winchester

20. Vinnie and Dean

*Slight tw for body-shaming*

Autumn, 1996
Junior Year

"What do you mean you're not going trick or treating? It's free fuckin' candy, Vinnie." Dean said, shoving Vinnie.

"I just mean, I'm turning 17 in December.. Like, what's the point even?" Vinnie asked, stumbling forward.

"Well, I'm already 17, so I don't see your point." Dean grinned, ruffling Vinnie's hair.

"Like I even need more candy... I mean look at me..." Vinnie grumbled, looking down at her thighs.

"Hey!" Dean snapped his fingers, "Don't talk like that. Listen, give me today to convince you, alright? But first, I've gotta get to Econ, or the teacher is gonna kick my ass. I'll see you at lunch, alright?"

Vinnie sighed softly and nodded, "See ya..."

With that Dean ran off, leaving Vinnie alone outside of her most dreaded class. History.

Everything they learned was the same old boring shit. How some old white man grew up with an apple tree, ended up becoming president and allegedly changed the world for the better, but in fact made it worse for minorities.

Vinnie went and sat down in a seat near the back of the class. One of two girls in front of her turned around, "Hey chubs, gimme your notes from last class." Said the brunette one, her name was Heather.

Vinnie's brows furrowed and she shook her head, "Maybe come to class next time, rather than blow your dumb boyfriend."

The girl's face dropped, "Bitch, I will--"

"Go ahead." Vinnie grumbled, not letting her finish as she pulled out her pencil and a notebook.

Heather snarled, "You're lucky you've got Dean, but he probably won't be here for much longer. I bet if he actually liked you back he'd stay." She chuckled, "When he's gone I won't hesitate to slap that dumb face off your head."

Vinnie rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, "Okay, Heather. I get it. You're just so awesome and cool and tough, aren't you?"

Heather scoffed and turned around in her seat, "At least I'm not ugly and fat..." she retorted.

Heather knew how to hit Vinnie where it hurt.

Vinnie bit down on her lower lip, her eyes watered. Self-esteem was never a strong suit of hers. She was school smart and street smart, but she never felt pretty or skinny enough.

Everyone in the media was pretty and skinny. All of Vinnie's favorite female musicians or celebrities had the body she wanted. Gwen Stafani, Dolores O'Riordan, Winona Ryder, Uma Thurman...

Vinnie pulled on a pair of headphones that were connected to her walkman and started blasting what had previously been playing, which was a song from The Smiths.

Vinnie gently tapped her left hand on the table along with the emotional sound of the song.

Without realizing, tears began to fall and dampened the paper she was sketching on.

Her lip quivered and she sniffled to herself, trying to force her lips into a slight smile to no avail.

Eventually her class came to an end, and she was glad. She quickly gathered her things and made her way towards the door in a rush.

She pushed and shoved her way through the hallways, making it to the cafeteria where she saw Dean waiting.

His brows furrowed when he laid eyes on her, "You okay? You been crying?"