Plot: teenage Dean was your classmate in a subject but your bullies spilled stuff over you and he meets you at the auditorium (other fandom included)
Soldier-Before You Exit
Your POV
I close my locker door and shyly walked out to the open field. "Okay class, today, we have a new student, Dean Winchester. He will be one of the leaders, along side with Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. Okay pick your teams," the coach said as Scott and Stiles picked out their team. "Her," someone said but I didn't budge since I was looking at the ground. "(Y/n)!" The coach yelled as I sprung up. The new student, Dean was looking at me as I walked over to him. I stood in the very far back from the teams and other students as I got lost in the grass, then the skies. "Hey dreamer. C'mon," I heard Dean's voice and someone pat my shoulder. I looked to my left to see Dean smiling at me. Then he lead me to the bleachers and he sat down next to me. "I thought you would be playing with them?" I asked as he looked down at me. "Nah. I subbed myself so others can play," he said as he looked forward then to the teams who were scattered across the field.
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"Good job," Dean said as he patted my shoulder again. I smiled at him shyly and closed my locker door. Then he walked away and I walked out of the locker room quickly before Lydia and Allison see me. But hooray! I walked past them. Lydia clenched my arm tightly and looked at me with fake innocence. "Hey (y/n). We saw you with Mr. Winchester at the field earlier. Does he taste good? Slut," she said as she yanked my arm down. Allison then grabbed a bottle of juice and poured over my face, head and chest. I gasped as they laughed. The Allison threw the empty bottle to the floor as I ran out, pushing the door open and running past Scott and Stiles. "(Y/n)?" They said worringly as I ran faster. Then I was at the back part of the school where nobody goes and I sat down on the bench. I put my elbows on my legs and cried silently. "(Y/n)? Why you crying?" I heard someone said as a familiar hand rested on my back. I peeked at me side to see the green eyed boy with dirty blonde hair. Dean. "I'm okay," I sakd wiping my tears away and leaning back on the bench. "No you're not. Your shirt is soaked with orange juice. Your cheek are red. What happened?" He asked as I whimpered silently. "A-Allison and Lydia," I stuttered turning away and frowning. Then I heard shuffling and when I turned around, Dean was handing me his blue hoodie. "No Dean," I pushed back to Dean his belonging but he didn't budge. "Wear it. I'm going to be practically gone in a few days. So," he scratched the back of his head and grinned at me. I smirked and slipped on the hoodie. "Thanks," I said as I removed my damp shirt from underneath the blue hoodie. I stuffed it in my bag and smiled at Dean. Then an 11 year old with lighter hair than Dean appeared. "Dean, who's this?" He said as he pointed to me. "Sammy this is (y/n), (y/n), Sammy," he grinned. "It's Sam," Sam snapped as I shook his small soft hand. Then a black impala pulled over the front calling Sam and Dean's name. Sam waved at me and he went in the car. Dean and I stood up as he stuffed his hands in his pocket. "Well it was nice meeting you (y/n)-,"
"(Y/l/n),"
"But I need to go now. Call me if you want," he slipped a paper on my hand as he grabbed my keft hip and kissed my cheek. "See you soon (y/n)," he said, waving from the Impala. I waved back as the driver, well their father I guess, waved a little to me and I smiled at him. Then they drove off with me clutching Dean's hoodie.
