Hunt (Dean Winchester FF)

i.

Brooklyn never liked waking up in the morning, for her it's the biggest struggle in life.

"Wake up Ms. Engell!" Mr. Obi says, snapping her from from her beauty sleep.

She shoot her head up, looking everywhere to find the source of the voice. There, she sees Mr. Obi in front of the class, standing by the door- the only entrance and exit of the classroom. There was a man beside him. He doesn't look like a student, what student would go to class wearing a suit? Right? Her interest piqued like the other girls.

The man beside her teacher is no doubt handsome- scratch that. Undoubtedly perfectly flawless. Short dirty blonde, greenest eyes that ever greened, fan fiction like lips that can make any girl jealous, tall, and has mysterious vibe around him.

The blonde man beside Mr. Obi smirks at Brooklyn. She's a hundred percent sure of it.

I hate him already. She thought.

Mr. Obi clears his throat and smiled at his companion and then to his students. "Class, this is Mr. Winchester, he's going to be your substitute teacher while I'm gone." Almost most of the class have mischievous grins. Brooklyn included. The teacher glares at everyone of them. "Behave." He last says.

Like hell, She thought as she smirked.

"Psst!" A boy hisses at her.

She looks around, eyes wondering to see her best friend a few seats apart.

"What?" She whispers.

Suddenly, her phone vibrates. She opens it to see two messages from Jameson.

Psst! Brook! The first message says.

he's cute ;) The second message says.

She stares at Jameson again with a smirk. She replied back,fingers typing in an unusual speed (it's a skill of hers).

Maybe you should tap that ass then ;) -Brook. Jameson is openly bisexual. They check out boys all the time.

"What's your name, missy?" A gruff voice greets the girl from behind. She looks up to see Mr. Winchester. She grins and smirked.

"Amber." She lies, eyes batting false innocence.

"That's my name! You're Brooklyn!" An annoying voice shouts in insult.

Mr. Winchester smirks at her, Brook groans and curses.

"What'cha have there, Brooklyn?" He asks, eyes twinkling and a handsome smirk plastered on his face.

She pretends to ponder for a moment, no way am I going to make him triumphant. She thought. "Well, my friend thinks you're cute, and wants to tap your ass."

"Who's your friend, Brook?"

"It's Brooklyn to you, sir."

"Whatever, detention later after class then." Mr. Winchester says with an evil grin on his face.

Brooklyn glares harshly at the new substitute without a word and looked away. Bitch, she cussed. The Bell finally rung and She stormed out of the godforsaken room because once you're slow, you'll be cramped up in a crowd that wants to get out like you do . It looks like she's going to hate History class for awhile. She hear Jameson call after he, but she ignores him.

She feels him get closer to her so she suddenly turned around, surprising him and making him stop in his tracks. She pointed a finger to his chest. "You. Me. Amusement park. Later. Three A.M."

Jameson grins at her like a cheshire cat. A grin that can make anyone swoon. "Yes! Finally! I was actually gonna ask you about that. What about detention?"

"Fuck detention, he's a sub, what's he gonna do about it?" She says and grins. 

3:00 a.m.

"Sorry i'm late!"

Brook looks at him, her toes tapping on the ground and leaning on the fence. "What took you so long?" She asks.

"Had to make sure mom and dad were asleep."

She rolls her eyes and hugged him before telling him to help her climb up the fence. As soon as they are in, they used their flashlights and roamed deeper in the park, they see an old bumper car rides, and a rollercoaster. They were laughing and having fun, until Brook here's something near the merry-go-round. She frowns. "Did you hear that?" She asks her best friend.

He laughs. "The only thing I hear is the sound of my glorious fart." As if by cue, he farts.

Brooklyn makes a disgusted face, covering her nose with her shirt. "Wow that was stinky!" She complains and soon forgot about the suspicious sound.

And now they sat on the ground, pulling out some 6-pack from her bag. She threw one to James and they opened it at the same time.

"Duck!" A familiar voice shouted at them.

Brooklyn did, but James didn't. As If by cue Mr. Obi was shot in the head, his screech of pain hurt their ears and he collapsed in the ground. Brook noticed something about the creature. Someone she knows.

"You got good reflex Brook." The familiar voice noted.