Loser | Dean Winchester x Reader High School AU

Don't Be Late | Chpt 3

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(Y/n)'s POV

I heard a shrill whistle, my eyes shut tightly. My eyes were watering profusely from the stinging impact on the side of my cheek and nose. It didn't hurt so bad, but now I looked like I was crying my eyes out.

"Oh my God, are you okay?!" Jo asked, grasping my free arm, the one not covering my bloody nose.

"Move!" Mr. Metatron spat, peering at me. "I said don't get hurt, to the nurse with you." I blinked, wincing.

"I'll take her," Jo said.

"No, we can't be losing 2 people from the same side leave."

"Can't someone just switch to our side?" She asked.

"I'll take her," I glanced over, Dean offering. "I'm the one who accidentally hit her face." Azazel snickered beside him, Dean clearly covering for him. Mr. Metatron blew his whistle in my ear and I flinched, the ringing intensifying. Jo wore a glare at him as we left.

Dean placed a hand on one of my shoulders, pushing open the door for me. I couldn't see over my bloody hand, but there was really no use as it was dripping down my face to my chin.

"Here let me lead you and put ur head back, I've been hit in the face with a baseball before," he said and I obliged, my face an uncomfortable red, his hand slipping to my back as I walked. We burst into the nurse's office, seeing her look up in shock.

"Oh my, sit here," she said, and I plopped down on a stiff cot. My head was aching, along with my face. Great first day (y/n). She nurse cleaned me up and my nose eventually stopped, luckily not broken. I held a large ice pack to my face, hunching over slightly. The nurse left for a moment, brushing past Dean who had stayed near the doorway.

"You can go back to class you know," I said.

"With that nutbag teacher? I'll pass."

"Hmm," I said, glancing at the floor as the ice began to numb my face. He was still looking at me, I could tell.

"Sorry by the way, I just sort of chucked the ball with out looking," he said. I raised an eyebrow at the sudden apology from the Winchester.

"I know Azazel did it, you don't need to cover for him," I said, my voice nasal from the ice pack pressed tightly along my nose. He pursed his lips trying not to laugh.

"That's a good look on you."

"Attractive. I know," I said, hopping off the cot as the nurse came in. I signed a paper and walked out with my ice. Dean placed a hand on my back again, pushing me forward slightly. "I can see you know."

"Extra precaution," he said, flashing me a cheesy grin. I scoffed and stepped away from him. There was still a sick feeling that what I thought this morning was true. I most certainly would not be tutoring him. It was just too much. I could see kids heading out into the hall and towards the locker rooms. Jo spotted me and ran over.

"Oh dude, that's awful," she said.

"Thanks," I joked and she smiled. She glanced behind me at Dean who was passing and she glared again.

"Easy Harvelle," he said and I pulled her away before she could say something back.

"Dick face."

"Fair point, but just chill, no more drama. Plus I'm the one with a broken face so I call the shots," I said. Her mouth thinned into a line before sighing and letting it go. We got dressed and slung our backpacks over our shoulders.