Everyone knew Dean; the 'Great Winchester Himself', the 'Big W', the 'Legendary Dean Winchester'. But no one knew his story. They were all oblivious of his life outside of the high school. Sure, he was the quarterback of their small town's football team, but that meant nothing to Dean. Sure, he got more love confessions than the Big Man upstairs did, but none of that mattered when he was more focused on his life at home. Very few people knew about his mother dying in a house fire when he was young, and even fewer knew about his father disappearing years later, leaving him nothing but a few hundred dollars for him and his little brother and a letter from their father telling him to make do, because it was too complicated for him to explain. That, and he didn't need the 'sympathy' that they had to offer.
Dean exited the high school, running a hand through his already tousled hair, breathing in the fresh spring air. He was ecstatic that football season was finally over, meaning that he could finally have some time to himself. He knew that he could get in trouble for walking outside during classes, but that never stopped him.
He leaned his back against the brick wall behind him, closing his eyes and listening to the sounds that surrounded him. His mind began drifting to another place where he had a family again, where life was simple again.
Dean's eyes snapped open when he heard a soft giggle not too far away. He listened carefully, waiting for another. He began to looking around when he heard a voice mumbling something incoherent. He followed the voice until he approached the nearby woods that were behind the school and the soccer field.
Dean hid behind a tree when he saw a figure squatting in the dirt, their back turned to him.
"It's okay, little guy. I won't hurt you," Dean heard. He recognized the tan trench coat and messy brown hair, figuring it was that weird kid in a few of his classes. Dean never really talked to him, mostly because everyone said that Dean shouldn't waste his time on a loser like him. But then again, Dean didn't really like anyone from his school. Sure, he had a few friends, but they weren't too close.
When Dean decided that it was time to head back to class, he stepped back and tripped over a root sticking out of the ground, landing onto the dirt with a soft 'thump', and a puff of dust surrounding him.
"What the-" Before Dean could even wonder what had happened, everything he saw began to go blurry. As his eyes began closing, all he saw last were bright blue eyes staring into his. Then, just darkness.
Sorry that it's been a while. A lot has been going on. But I'm making several chapters of this and I hope you guys like it! Byee! 3