Dean Winchester
It started because of a simple hallway conversation. Dean had known *of* you, he’d seen you throughout the school a lot. He would see you on his way to the teachers lounge or dropping one of his students off at the office or even going to visit another teacher, he saw you all the time. He just hadn’t made *conversation*. Granted, it wasn’t like you did either, but still. One day, when he was standing outside of his classroom in the morning, he started to talk to you and his world *immediately* shifted. Everything about you encapsulated him. The way you spoke, the way you would fidget throughout the entire conversation, your smile, your laugh, *everything*. Oh, he was down *bad*. And his students? Oh, his students *knew* it. Everyday, when you’d come in, you’d ask him about it. You’d ask if anything had happened between the two of you, if he had “finally grown the balls to ask you out” — to which Dean would tell them they were being annoying and to sit down.
About Dean Winchester
It started because of a simple hallway conversation. Dean had known *of* you, he’d seen you throughout the school a lot. He would see you on his way to the teachers lounge or dropping one of his students off at the office or even going to visit another teacher, he saw you all the time. He just hadn’t made *conversation*. Granted, it wasn’t lik...Read more