SPN-Imagines_Oneshots

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„Bye, see you tomorrow!" I wave to my best friend, as I make my way to the parking lot.

Suddenly I feel someone tapping my shoulder and I turn around. "Heya Sahra." My smile falls immediately and I cross my arms: "What do you want from me Dylan?" "Aw come on, I thought you liked me." He looks at me with this crooked grin, that makes nearly every girls' panties wet. Well it ain't working on me.

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" I say raising my eyebrows. "I can't let a beautiful girl like you walk all alone." "Ugh" I roll my eyes and turn around to walk away, but he grabs my wrist: "What about this evening, you come to my house?" I free myself and continue walking away with a sharp: "No!"

He jogs after me. "Come on. We can watch a movie together or... do something else." I can hear the grin that is on his face and turn around, completely annoyed with him. This self-confident twinkling in his eye brings me to raising my voice: "Listen, I have told you often enough. I AM NOT INTERRESTED! And by the way, I have a boyfriend."

Somewhere distinct I can hear a car door closing, but hey, we are in a crowded parking lot, nothing you would think about.

"Ah, he doesn't have to know about it. And besides I'm probably way hotter, than he is."

I look at the hand that he placed on my hip and with a disgusted look, I turn my gaze back up to him. With grinned teeth, I say: "Don't touch me." And push his hand of me.

As if I didn't do anything he keeps on talking: "Oh and another point, I never saw you with someone in the hallways. So, you sure he is real? You don't have to lie to me." I open my mouth, shocked, "Excuse me?! I'm not making him up, ever thought of the fact, that my boyfriend might be older than me? He is not going to school anymore."

Right at this moment, I hear a familiar voice behind me: "Hey Sahra! Everything alright?" I turn around and see Dean standing next to the Impala, hands in his pockets and a sceptic look on his face. "Yep, I'm fine, one second." I answer and turn around once more. I see Dylan's Adams apple move, as he gulps. "Bye." I say harsh.

I walk to Dean, smiling happily. "Hi." "Hey thanks for picking me up." I say and kiss him. "No big deal." He smiles and opens the door for me.

As we are driving away, he asks: "Who was that guy?" In addition he looks at me, eyebrows furrowed. Not particularly jealous, more protective of me. "Don't worry, just some idiot from school."

We smile at each other and drive through the summer sun.