Loser | Dean Winchester x Reader High School AU

Sweetheart | Chpt 2

Yay! So that first chapter just introduced everything.

Other than character personalities, it has nothing to do with ghosts and supernatural stuff. So if you don't watch the show, you should be fine.

Get ready biotches

Enjoy~

(Y/n)'s POV

"I know Charlie," I sighed, an involuntary smile breaking across my face.

"But it's just not fair! Game of Thrones is too emotional!" She said, flailing her arms wildly.

"It will be okay," I laughed and she huffed.

"You're clearly not taking this seriously, maybe Jo will have more sympathy," she said, pulling her nose up away at me in indignation. I laughed again and she ran after Jo to tell her about her show. I slid my books in my locker, recalling what folders and notebooks I needed for my 3 classes before lunch. I slid them in my backpack, letting out a sigh.

The first day of school was always the most boring, but one of my busiest. Seeing as my schedule was either jam packed with clubs or tutoring all year round, the first week of school was not any less forgiving. People were already signing up for tutors and scheduling club meetings, and I was far from excited for the busy first weeks ahead. I zipped up my backpack, feeling a presence beside me.

"Hey Cas—" I turned, stopping myself mid name when I saw the person was indeed not Cas, but the least expected person. "Dean?"

"Good morning sweetheart," he said. I could hear the ridiculous suave undertones in his voices, his face screaming 'douche' so very loudly at 8 AM on a Monday. He leaned so very casually on the locker it was unnatural. He either threatened to fall or looked somehow nervous in the way he stood.

"What the hell?" I blurted, realizing my low filter summer speech hadn't yet buried itself in my chest to be dormant for the year.

"Happy to see me, I can see," he said.

There he stood, all 6 foot something of him, looking at me smugly. He had certainly changed over the summer, all that time spent away made me kind of forget we were all aging. He had grown another two inches in height and he was much more tone under all those layers than normal. His shirt was just a tad too tight which made me roll my eyes. He must've been doing some work over the summer.

I had remained out of Dean's radar since 6th grade when he went haywire for girls. His attention turned from focused on knocking down my block tower at indoor recess to pretty girls coming back grown from summer. In fact, I don't think he's talked to me, other than to spit mean comments at me since then.

There were the few glares and mean comments to each their for a while, since I found him to be a complete douche bag ever since he was a kid. Class was relatively quiet unless we were partnered up and I had to deal with him, but the hallways proved to be a whole different story. When he had his friends, they all came for whoever was in their way. Him and his friends were never nice to me, always calling me mean things. When reading suddenly became uncool was beyond me.

So why was he talking to me now?

"What do you want?" I snapped. It had came out meaner than intended, but something about Dean just always made me mad.

"Don't get so angry with me babe, it looks ugly on you."

I was tempted right then and there to slap the shit out of him, but seeing as it was only the first day I would be pushing it.

"Dick."

"You're a tutor right?"

"Yeah."