Loser | Dean Winchester x Reader High School AU

Late | Chpt 4

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(Y/n)'s POV

"I can't believe you actually agreed to tutor him."

"You were literally the one who said I should suck it up and do it," I said, glancing at Charlie.

"Yeah, but you usually never do what I suggest," she said.

"I do sometimes."

"Yeah sometimes. Sometimes as in not related to Dean," she said. I shook my head.

"I'll see you in second period Charlie," I said, and she scrunched up her nose.

"Bye (y/n)," she said, giving me a quick side hug before heading off. I turned towards the staircase towards the art room. As I was walking, I passed Dean's locker where he again stood with Mr. Singer. Dean had chosen baseball over football, though both the coaches were open to having him on their teams. He managed to score Captain, and I could always remember passing by the little league field on my walk home from elementary school. He was good, ever since he was a kid, and he used to throw insults over the fence while I walked.

I glanced away and walked up the stairs, seeing that Dean had parted with Mr. Singer to catch up with me. I sighed, continuing up as he called my name. I reached the top step and, annoyed by the sound of my name out his mouth, turned around.

"What?"

"Good morning to you too sweetheart," he greeted. I detested him and those stupid nickname.

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to ask for you phone number."

"And why would you need that?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Tutoring. Duh."

"Either way, find me in class. I am never giving you my number. I already have to deal with you enough in school," I said, turning around. I headed for the art room, ignoring Dean.

Art was again boring, my teacher far from excited on having us start a project soon. I ended up on my phone, listening to my music. There was a text from an unknown number. Seriously?

It's Dean.

Son of a bitch.

How did you get this number?

I have my ways.

Asshat.

I put my phone away, keeping the number unblocked for now. If he only used it for tutoring, I wouldn't be completely opposed to it, but first strike means out. I don't care if that's not how it works.

I headed to Physics next, passing by Dean's desk with a glare ahead. I sat down beside Cas, glaring at the board. Maybe I should cancel the tutoring, I was already pissed.

"Are you alright?" Castiel asked.

"Dean has my number," I growled.

"And this is upsetting...?"

"Yes. It is. I don't want him to be able to contact me outside of school, or taunt me over text. He's just a jerk, and now I'm going to kill whoever gave him my number." Castiel didn't respond and I glanced over at him. He wore a guilty look on his face. "You didn't."

"I may have."

"Why?!"

"He said it was for tutoring! I didn't know!" He said and I sighed, putting my face on my desk. "You're not too mad are you?"