A/N: Here is another story! Only this time it's just SPN and what would happen if they were real! Have fun and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I swear I don't!
A storm raged outside of Roger Ludlowe Middle School in Fairfield, Connecticut. A blonde girl sits by the window looking out at the storm in wonder. She was so bored in her class that she was ready to take a nap.
"Miss Evans?" The teacher-Mrs. Jones asked.
"Huh? What?" The girl said looking up at Mrs. Jones.
Mrs. Jones was a blonde haired woman that always wore skirts and a blouse. She was interesting but this period made the girl particularly bored.
"Theresa," Mrs. Jones sighed exasperated. "I asked what the Civil Rights movement was."
"Oh, it was when the blacks wanted more freedom and worked against the government," Theresa told her. Mrs. Jones smiled and said it was right before going on with her lesson.
Theresa sighed again and went to looking out of the window. As she was looking out there she saw someone walking in the middle of the storm.
She looked closer and saw that they were being chased. She didn't know what by but she shot her hand up and asked to go to the bathroom. She was told she could and she rushed out of the room. She ran down the stairs, out the door and in the direction the person was. She found him quick enough and saw that it was a demon that was chasing him.
Theresa winced away when she saw it was the same creature that killed her parents.
"Yo! What the hell is wrong with you?" Theresa yelled at the demon that stopped at the sound of her voice. The man followed soon after.
"W-what?" The man asked.
Theresa took out her father's journal that was full of exorcisms and read the one she always did. The demon disappeared.
"There, that's done," Theresa said and looked at the man.
The man was wearing a leather jacket with a tee shirt under it. His jeans were worn and full of holes while his shoes looked almost brand new. His skin was pale and his brown hair was messy. What drew Theresa though was the bright green eyes that looked back at her.
"Hello," the man said in a dreamy voice.
"Hello, are you okay?" Theresa asked.
"Yeah, a few scrapes but that's all. What's your name?" The man asked.
"Theresa, Theresa Evans," Theresa told him unsure to why she did. "What's your's?"
"Dean Winchester," The man said with a smile that made Theresa want to faint so badly.
"Well, Dean, I have to go back to school! Here's my number, call me sometime," Theresa said and handed Dean a piece of paper wither her home and cell number and address. The rain lightened up and finally disappeared.
"Alright, see you around," Dean told her and turned to head back to his car.
Theresa turned and walked back to the school. Her heart was beating really fast and her head was spinning. She had no idea what was going on but she wasn't worried about it at all.
Theresa got back to class soaking dry after drying off and changing the bathroom. Her mind was full of Dean Winchester and she couldn't stop thinking about him at all. She had tried multiple times though it never worked. She was about to leave class when her cell phone went off saying she had a text. She opened it and it read, "Maybe we can hang out sometime. Thanks for the save! ~Dean."
A/N: Thanks! Let me know what you think! Don't forget to R&R! Let me know your ideas for the story and who should be with whom!
~Theresa