Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Highschool AU- Dean

This takes part in the modern days instead of 19-something. Dean is a teen and Sam has only started school. That's all the background info I can give without spoiling the plot, I guess. I will post one of these for each of the guys! They will be sort of short.(A+ casting skills)

I walk from my biology class to my lockers with my friend next to me. She's been babling on and on about the homecoming dance for the past twenty minutes. And to be honest, I'm not even planning on going, so all I've been doing throughout her talk was nodding.

As we stop in front of my locker, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I see a blue note stuck on it. I take it off carefully and read the messy writing. 'Meet me behind the bleachers tonight at 6pm.' I purse my lips, debating whether or not I should go. For all I know, this could be a stupid prank someone's playing on me. I can't even identify the writing to assign it to anyone that I know...

"What's that, (Y/N)?" My friend asks, looking at the note skeptically. I roll my eyes and mutter a soft 'nothing'. She's always been the one to get attention from guys and girls likewise, so there's no point mentioning this because she'd just start comparing the letter to the one's she's previously gotten.

As the bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, I walk out of the crappy hellhole and straight into the heavy rain. I don't particularly mind though, as rain is sort of calming. And anyway, I only live a few blocks away.

I unlock the heavy door to my house with shaky hands and walk into the cold environment, turning on lights as I walk to my room. My parents are obviously still at work, and will be until very early in the morning. As usual. Not that I particularly mind. I basically live on my own.

I plug my old black iPod into the old docking station and press shuffle. As I strip out of my school clothes, Iron Maiden slowly starts playing through the speakers. I throw open my closet door and look through what I own.

What should I wear? It's not like it's a date. I don't even know who put the note there. It could be a joke. Maybe someone confused my locker with someone elses. A prank, maybe. Maybe-

I shake my head lightly, getting all those thoughts out of my head. Time for consequences will come later, I guess. I end up putting on my pair of jeans, a black shirt, flannel and a leather jacket. It's comfy, warm and nice looking. No need to look all flashy.

I glance at my watch and see that it's already 5:48pm. I better get going unless I want to be late. I quickly grab my keys, phone and earphones, leaving the house after putting my favourite pair of shoes on.

By the time I arrive at the bleachers, it's 5:57pm. Early, which is good. Maybe the person won't be there yet. But those thoughts immediately evaporate as I see a shadow standing a few feet away, hiding from the rain under the bleachers. I walk to my destination slowly, still not being able to identify the person. It's a guy though, by the width of his body and the way he's standing. By now, nerves and a slight tinge of excitement have overtaken my entire body.

I take the last few shaky steps, and when I see who's standing there, I almost turn back around. Dean Winchester is leaning against the metal support, a smirk on his plush lips and his everyday attire in place. It's basically what I'm wearing. Dean couldn't have been the one to place the note there. Why would he?

He's not the most popular, but he's gotten into a few fights before and he sasses the teachers all the time. He never lets anyone give him or his brother any shit. He has a little brother called Sam or something.

"Glad you made it, (Y/N)" he smirks, taking a few steps towards me. I gulp loudly, looking at him with wide eyes. He's like an angel, I'll admit that. "I don't see a reason why I wouldn't. What do you want, Dean?" I ask, surprising myself by the lack of fear and stuttering in that sentence.

"Sorry for the short notice sweetheart, but I thought you'd maybe want to go to homecoming with me?" He asks, his smirk faltering a little as if he was afraid of rejection. What? Did Dean freaking Winchester just ask me to homecoming with him? No way. I blink a few times, looking at him with a blank face.

Why would he ask? We've only spoken a few times before, and that was during class when he either wanted help or tried hitting on me. Sure, he's gorgeous and desirable, but... Fuck it. I deserve something good in my life once in a while.

"Sure, why not. I assume your brother knows where I live since he walks past my house and greets me every day. Just ask him for the address. Don't be late, Dean." I say calmly, a small smile appearing on my lips once I see his eyes fill with happiness.

Suddenly, he takes a step forward and presses his cold lips to my warm cheek. He then walks away with a smile, leaving me starstruck with a tingling cheek.