Dean X Reader.

Chapter 3

HIGH SCHOOL 

Class went slow in math, but finally after what seemed like hours the bell rung. I grabbed my bag and walked out I walked out the doors to find the cheerleaders and jocks standing at the door. It wasn't my day I guess I knew what was coming. I walked out and got tripped down the stairs.

"Aw look poor (y/n) fell." Abby said even though Spencer was the one who did the tripping. I sat up knowing I had blood on the back of my head.

"Haha. Very funny Abby. Always scared to do it yourself right? Trip me. You always have Spencer trip me for you." I always liked pissing people off.

"Shut up and go to Hell why don't you (y/n)." I laughed at Abby's comment.

"Been there done that."

Always something I say when they tell me to go to hell. She looked away and started talking again. I started to stand up when Dean came out and ran down the stairs to help me up.

"Thanks." I put my hand on the back of my head and pulled it off and looked at it. Yup needed stitches again.

"What happened?" He looked at the back of my head.

"Stupid Spencer and Abby. It isn't the first. Everyday they do this." I said.

"Well, your going to need stitches. I can do that for you. I stitch up my little brother all the time." I sighed.

"This isn't the first time I needed stitches because of them."

We started walking to his car. When I saw it I stopped in my tracks. It was my dream car. A 1967 Chevy Impala.

"No way. You own this?" He nodded.

"This is my dream car. That's why I walk because I can't buy one so I'm saving. This is so cool."

I just remembered my head was split open and a sharp pain came in. I walked to the passenger side and got in. Dean smirked when he got in.

"I'm going to take you where I'm staying and I'm going to stitch that up. It will save you money."

I looked over. "You don't have to."

"I don't have to but I want to. So you aren't stopping me" He smiled and drove away.

A hotel really? He's staying in a hotel. I'm not an expert but shouldn't he be at least moving into a house? I gave him the look.

"I'm staying here till we find a house."

"Okay."

I got out and walked to the back of the car. Dean took my hand and lead me to his room.

"Sammy. Get the needle, thread, and the whiskey please." Sammy?

A little kid about 4 years younger than me and Dean. 14 years old. Me and Dean were 18. Brother maybe. He gave Dean the stuff.

"Okay (y/n) I need you to lean your head forward and this will sting."

He poured the whiskey on my head where it was split open. I gripped the sheet but didn't move. He started to stitch it I was used to that so it didn't hurt.

"You know you don't need to do this." I said with my head still forward.

"Yeah I don't have to, but like I said I want to."

He said finishing up and poured a little more whiskey on the stitched. I leaned my head back.

"Thank you."

I said he got off the bed and put the stuff away.

"You know why I've been watching you and helping you is because I like you (y/n)."

I looked at him and stood up.

"Dean I like you too."

He walked up to me and kissed me by surprise. I kissed him back after a few seconds. It was very passionate. It soon turned to a make out session. He pulled back.

"Well I guess that mean we are a couple." I smiled.

"If you say so Winchester." we both smiled.

"I better get you home." I nodded even though I didn't want to go.