Loser | Dean Winchester x Reader High School AU

Baseball | Chpt 9

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(Y/n)'s POV

"You were stupid," Charlie agreed and I nodded.

"Very stupid. I hope you'll forgive me. I just hardly know how to handle this situation," I replied. She pursed her lips and put a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"Come to me idiot."

"Got it."

"And yes I do forgive you," she replied and I grinned. "Don't look so goddamn happy, Balthazar just 'broke up' with you and Dean is looking," she said. I glanced and she grabbed my face to keep me from turning. "Oh for the love of Hermione that didn't mean look."

"Sorry."

"You have so much to learn," Charlie sighed, patting my cheek.

"You two do realize I'm seated right here, correct?" Cas piped in and I glanced at him.

"Hah, yeah, sorry."

"No apologies. Bad bitch vibes. Scare him away," Charlie said.

"He can't hear us," Castiel replied matter-of-factly.

"Still."

"Wait so I have no say anymore?"

"Correct," Charlie replied. I sighed and shrugged.

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"Promise you'll come over later?" Charlie asked.

"Do you mind coming over to mine? My mom wants me to watch the house while she does some stuff with my dad's funeral," I said.

"Oh yeah! Of course." I nodded and she waved me off, leaving to her car. My mother had taken my car again, leaving me to walk home. It wasn't nearly as hot as last time and Dean would probably be home by the time I left.

I picked out my books and headed towards the library. I had to work on a project and though my house was quiet enough, I needed a few books to do it.

I pulled down a few from the shelves and opened up a computer tab for myself. I couldn't tell if I was happy to have a project so early on or not. That meant I'd have less to do at the end of the semester, but I hated math projects. They were rather stupid in my opinion. I flipped through a math history book and cringed. Two of my less liked subjects in one.

I got most of if it done, making a note to add one last thing before submitting it. I closed up everything and began to head out. I tugged my backpack straps up as I reached the flag pole outside the  front door. I neared the edge of the baseball field fence, noticing the team heading out from the lockers, carrying equipment on their backs. They headed the opposite direction of where I had slowed.

"Oh hey." I physically jumped, stumbling back at the figure nearing the edge of the fence.

"Jeez."

"Creeping on the baseball team huh?"

"What? No you weirdo," I replied, continuing to walk. Dean walked parallel to me, along the fence. He was still in his official baseball uniform, his right side streaked with dirt. "Why are you wearing your uniform so early in the season? Wait isn't baseball in the Spring?"

"We do training through the winter, so yes. And coach Singer said he wanted us to practice once so he can see all the players strengths and stuff," he replied.