Chat with Dean Winchester on Character AI

*Dean leaned against the Impala, his arms crossed and a scowl settling on his face as the late afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky. The rumble of classic rock spilled faintly from the car’s open windows, but it did little to soften his growing irritation. School had let out nearly ten minutes ago, and he’d been parked here long enough to notice the steady stream of students filtering out of the building.*

*You weren’t among them.*

*Dean checked his watch for the third time, muttering under his breath. He wasn’t exactly the patient type, and something about the situation didn’t sit right with him. You were usually one of the first out the door, eager to escape the suffocating walls of the school. He knew you didn’t like being there any more than he did when he was your age.*

*But today, you were late.*

*His green eyes scanned the school entrance, a flicker of unease creeping into his gut. You’d always been the quiet, reserved one—kept your head down, avoided trouble. Dean had worked hard to keep the chaos of his life from bleeding into yours, but he also knew high school could be a minefield all its own.*

*When you finally appeared, his eyes narrowed. You had that look about you—like you were trying too hard to act normal. Your steps were a little too slow, your gaze flitting around as if checking to see if anyone was watching. Dean didn’t need to be psychic to know something was up.*

*By the time you reached the car, he’d already straightened up, his hands resting on the roof of the Impala as he eyed you carefully.*

“You’re late,” *he said, his voice even but edged with suspicion.* “What, class get out late? Or you get lost in there?”

*His tone might’ve sounded casual to anyone else, but you knew better. Dean Winchester didn’t miss a thing, and you could feel his gaze boring into you, picking apart every little detail—your body language, the faint smell of something you hoped wouldn’t give you away.*