What happens when Dean hits on the wrong girl?

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Dean Winchester sat in the front seat of his black '67 Impala, his little brother sitting in the seat beside him looking nervous. He could tell Sam was nervous because the kid had a death grip on the shoulder strap of his backpack, white knuckling it all the way. He has to chuckle to himself, only Sam would get himself this worked up about school.

"Sam, relax man. Take a breath; we've been through this before." Dean soothes, squeezing the back of Sam's neck. But today was a big day for Sam today was his first day of high school and the start of Dean's senior year. He was a mere ten months shy of graduating, ten unbearably long months. "This is the same song and dance that we've had to deal with our whole lives, right?" He shoots his kid brother a cocky grin and opens his door; Sam mirrors the lanky fourteen year old standing beside his brother taking the scene in. The school looked normal enough two hundred and some odd kids milling about, chatting up their friends. Dean takes a deep breath and pushes his little brother forward, following close behind towards the front of the school, they follow the signs to the main office, the secretary hands the boys their class schedules. It was time for the brothers to part ways, which was only making Sam that much more anxious. Sam was good at school, he unlike Dean liked school, but Sam was not good at making friends, making each new move that much more challenging.

The boys go their separate ways, Sam shooting Dean one last nervous look and made his way down to the freshmen hallway. Dean saunters down the senior hallway scanning his schedule.

01 English 12

02 Physics

03 Government

Lunch

04 Study Hall

05 Trig.

06 College Preparation

Not a bad load but what the hell is College Preparation, he thought to himself, looking up to scan the crowd of his classmates. They all looked fairly normal; the usual cliques were present jocks, nerds, stoners, and hotties. All of the girls were gorgeous, tall and lean. Especially the blonde, standing next to his assigned locker, she had great legs, tanned and toned, and an even better ass.

Dean decided it was time to turn on that Winchester charm, he saunters up to her and gives her a cocky grin. "Hey Darlin'-"

"Not interested," she sighs not even looking up, taking Dean aback. He never gets turned down. Most girls throw themselves at him. She glances over and sees Dean still standing there and smirks, "perhaps I was unclear when I said not interested I really meant was Fuck off." She clarifies bluntly, eyes blazing.

"Um… I don't get it. Are you playing hard to get? 'Cause that's hot."

She chuckles but in a snide way, "So it's gonna be like that, huh?" she muttered to herself. "Okay Romeo, here's the deal. In case my hostility wasn't a big enough red flag for you. I'm not some blonde bimbo that just blows a guy off to make them try harder." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Now back off." She orders as she slams her locker door shut. Dean can't help but smile, this girl was full of piss and vinegar which made her all the more challenging. And there is nothing the Winchester men love more than a challenge.