"Can anyone tell me who is considered the greatest writer in the English language?" The professor looked around the room at all the blank, uncaring faces of his students. "No, of course not."
If anyone stuck his or her head in the door, they could tell the teacher hated his students but that the hate was mutual.
"Fine, because it seems that all of you rather be someplace else, you all can go."
Dean Winchester let out a quick breath. He could have answered the question if he had wanted to- thinking of all the times his little brother, Sam, had come home from school overflowing with new information he learned that day- but that meant glances to his seat in the back, as far away from everyone else as he could get. Dean did have some place to be and the sooner the better.
In a chorus of scraping chairs and small talking, his classmates trickled out of the small lecture hall's door. Two or three students had stayed behind to talk the professor, subtly trying to fighting for the role of Teacher's Pet.
He skirted around the small group still avoiding attention and he was nearly home free but Dean was spotted just before he could open the door to the parking lot.
"Hey Dean! Wait up." Reluctantly he turned around and came face-to-face with a smaller girl with short brownish hair. "Me and some of my friends were wondering if you wanted to come to a party with us tonight."
She waved vaguely to her friends stuck by her side like a cluster of hyper-active Chihuahuas eager to get closer to the ever so secret Dean Winchester. Tall. Dark. Mysterious. That's how everyone on campus described him.
People were always attempting to befriend Dean, trying to solve the puzzle that surrounded him. Dean never went to parties or was ever seen with someone other than himself. There were rumors that Dean would slip into football games or big parties and could be found in a closet or bathroom with any desperate girl he could get his hands on. None of the rumors were even remotely true.
"Sorry, girls. I got plans tonight"
They all had matching disappointing frowns, but still shifted ever so slightly closer towards him. As if revealing even more cleavage would make him change his mind and it would have worked a couple of years ago when he fresh out of high school. Lots have changed for Dean since then.
"But maybe another time."
With that the man walked out of the English building casually hurrying to his car, a black '67 Chevy Impala that was his father's and a birthday present from when he turned 16. Once inside Dean checked his phone and saw he had a voice mail from his younger brother, but he had no texts which could mean anything could be happening and even more reason to get home faster.
The car also added to the mystery of Dean Winchester, being the classic muscle car it was, because a person who drove a car like that had to have some kind of secret. If only people knew that Dean's secret was that he was a struggling single father, of an 11 month old son at the age of 21, just trying to get through college.
A/N- This is just something that popped into my head and need to write before I forgot it. It's only part of the first chapter so hopeful I can finish the second part soon. Reviews and comment would be helpful