Loser | Dean Winchester x Reader High School AU

Are You Okay | Chpt 15

Hello

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(Y/n)'s POV

You tutor other subjects right?

Yes...why?

Sam needs someone to look over his paper, and I can't.

About what?

Uhh Tale of Two Cities

Sure. Need me to come over?

Yeah, 10 minutes?

Yup

I shut off my phone, happy to finally have a source of entertainment for the morning. Charlie was busy shopping with her foster mom and Cas was out with his dad. My mom was busy with a big work issue they couldn't help but call her in for so I was alone for now, unable to walk to friends' houses that were further away, seeing as my mom had my car for the day.

I got dressed and presentable and headed over to the Winchester household. I knocked on the door and Dean let me in, pointing for me to take off my shoes.

"Where's Sam?"

"Okay, so technically he does need someone to look over the paper, but he already is having someone else do it! I just needed an excuse to get you over here," he said. I gave him a skeptical look and a smirk.

"You could've just asked, I probably would've come over acquaintance," I said, smiling slightly. I shoved my hands in my pockets and he nodded.

"Here come upstairs." I followed him up the stair case, past Sam's open door and another closed one.

"So why exactly did you want me to come over?" I asked.

"Oh well, hang out? It can be a date if you want," he said, giving me a smug look.

"Mmm no thanks, hanging out is fine," I replied, seating myself in his desk chair. "How is Supernatural coming?"

"Haven't touched it."

"Why?"

"Besides vampires and werewolves and ghosts I don't really have anything to have them hunt."

"Why don't you just look at lore?" I asked. "There's tons of weird stuff."

"Yeah I guess."

"Demons and angels. Cas knows a lot of religious stuff, he might tell you if you ask," I replied, crossing my legs.

"Yeah that's a good idea," he said, laying back on his mattress. I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say next. "How's the finger?"

"Oh, okay. Not like I use this hand too much," I said, bending it slightly. It was still an ugly color, but could move a lot better now. "Shoulder is much better." I tugged down my collar to where I had removed the bandaid. The cuts had scabbed over and would heal and the bruises were fading.

"That's good."

"I see you and Azazel have patched things up," I commented, wanting to know more. After the physical fight they hadn't talked to my knowledge until after Dean had told me to forget counting on him. Dean seemed hesitant to keep to his word after he says it. Or at least hesitant to break ties with Azazel, if he even wanted to do that.

"Yeah, he's just...stupid," he said, clearly wanting to change the subject.

"Hey Dean?"

"What?"

"How are you?"

He stared at me, not knowing what to say. It didn't seem that anyone really asked him that. I certainly wouldn't expect any of his friends to and it didn't seem like his dad was around to ask it either.

"Fine."

"You sure?" I asked and he paused to consider it again.

"I'm getting by. Baseball and school are okay. I don't really do much," he said. I let out a soft breath. Dean didn't seem like the type to share with just about anyone besides maybe Sam.

"What did you do outside of school for the week?"

"Well, I hung around downtown with Azazel and Ruby a few days. Did homework."

"Downtown?"

"Yeah, although we don't really go to shops and stuff, we just...loiter?"

"Loiter? Fun?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I'll tell you what I did this week," I said and he nodded. "My dad's funeral is next Sunday so we've been doing things like that. I think my mom isn't telling me something and I have a suspicion that my dad had a family outside of us."

"Oh."

"Yeah, it kind of sucks. I could have a step mom or step siblings and not know it. I don't even know if they want anything to do with us because hanging around my dad might've conditioned them into hating us already," I said.

"That sucks."

"It does. Do you have anything else you want to share?" I asked, glancing at him. By telling him one thing I hoped to break the ice for him to say something. He shook his head and I gave it a rest for now.

"Want something to eat?"

"Sure." I stood up with him and followed him to the kitchen where he offered up some crackers and cheese. We sat eating and I asked him a few other questions.

"Oh I've got something for you," he said.

"What?"

"Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got fine written all over you," he said. I laughed slightly.

"That's weak Winchester. Where's your game at?" I chuckled.

"Okay okay, That was pretty bad I admit. But this one. Are those space pants? Because that ass is out of this world." I snorted, picking up a cracker.

"No they're actually baseball pants," I replied and he gave me a confused look. "This ass is out of your league."

"Baseball pants you say? Makes more sense bc that ass is a home run and I'd totally hit that." I choked on my cracker slightly and he laughed.

"Wait wait did I say baseball I meant prison pants?" I posed the liner, trying not to choke anymore. "It's time to make my escape."

"Of course they're prison pants, having an ass that fine is a crime," he said and I let out the loudest laugh. "In fact I think that's a whole prison outfit, you're in jail for stealing my heart."

"Okay okay you win," I said, taking a sip of the water he gave me.

"Hell yeah I did. I have game," he replied.

"Game implies winning or losing and clearly you lost."

"What how?!"

"You May have won the competition, but there's no prize. You're going home empty handed."

"Awe." I shrugged.

"Sorry."

"Dean Where is Sam?" I glanced up to the doorway to see a taller man with black, graying hair, a tired look on his face.

"At Jess' house," Dean said casually, brushing over the fact that I was a stranger sitting in their house, eating their food.

"Dean who's this?" I pressed my lips into a thin line, slightly out off my the fact he didn't address me directly.

"This is (y/n), she's from school," he said.

"Hi, nice to meet you Mr. Winchester," I said, standing up to shake his hand but he just nodded, backing up slightly.

"Make sure Sam gets home on time," he said, turning away and walking back upstairs. I stood dumbfounded for a moment, before glancing at Dean who wore a weathered expression.

"I always do."

~Calymari