DEAN WINCHESTER MUST DIE! PT 2
📌 word count: 1,163
Summary: Dean Winchester might be Lawrence High’s golden boy, but not everyone’s buying what he’s selling.
After realizing what was going on with Dean, you paid more attention than you cared to admit. Wondering how three girls—put together and smart ones at that—didn’t know they were all dating the same dude.
You thought about your mom and the guys she dated over the years. Dean reminded you of them—the lies he must have to tell to keep his secret. You remembered the pain she went through.
You thought about if you were in their position, if you would want somebody to tell you. Your honest answer was yes. But then you also remembered the last time you told your mom that her boyfriend—the one she came home raving about, claiming he was the one—was cheating. She reacted with anger, didn’t believe you, and didn’t speak to you for weeks. It wasn’t until she woke up to an empty bed and an unlocked front door that she talked to you again. She didn’t apologize or admit she’d been wrong, of course. But anything was better than nothing… right?
You finally figured out how Dean was able to keep his secret.
During third period, you were in the library grabbing books for an assignment when you stepped into a corner void of other people and heard hushed whispering. You kept quiet, pretending to look for your books while secretly listening.
You recognized the first voice immediately—Dean.
Peeking carefully around the shelf, you spotted him with the brunette you’d seen at the restaurant the second time. Lisa Braeden. From what you’d guessed about her, she was popular, a cheerleader, maybe a little clueless.
They were close, and the smile he gave her even gave you butterflies.
“We can’t tell anyone right now, okay?” Dean said.
Lisa scoffed softly, pouting her glossed lips. “I just don’t understand why we can’t go public, Dean. It makes sense—head cheerleader, captain of the basketball team. We are the couple—”
Dean cut her off with a quick kiss.
“It’s just until the season is over. I told you, my dad is really strict about dating during game season. I promise.”
Lisa smiled as he leaned in again. “Okay…”
He grinned. “Good girl.”
You turned away, a sick feeling rolling in your stomach.
⸻
Later that week, you caught him again.
You were passing the student council office after lunch when you heard voices drifting out the half-open door. Flyers for protests and charity drives were taped everywhere—classic Cassie Robinson.
“I don’t get it, Dean,” she was saying, her tone sharp. “Why do we have to pretend like we don’t even know each other? That doesn’t make sense.”
Dean sat on the edge of a desk, casual, while Cassie stood in front of him with her arms crossed, chin raised.
He sighed. “Cass, I told you. My dad’s strict. If he finds out I’m seeing someone during game season, he’ll lose it. He thinks it’s a distraction.”
“That’s sexist and controlling,” Cassie shot back. “And you’re just letting him call the shots?”
Dean leaned forward, lowering his voice. “It’s not about him. It’s about us. If he finds out, he’ll make me break it off. I don’t want that. Do you?”
Cassie hesitated, chewing her lip.
He slid the clipboard from her hands, setting it aside. His eyes locked on hers. “Just until playoffs. Then we’ll go public. But for now… it’s better if it’s just ours. Private. Special.”
Cassie blew out a frustrated breath, then finally nodded. “Fine. But you better not be playing me, Dean.”
Dean’s smirk was slow, confident. “You’d know if I was.”
You slipped down the hall before she could spot you.
⸻
And then there was Jo.
You’d gone to the AV room to ask about checking out a camera for a project when you heard laughter from inside. The door was cracked open, light spilling into the dark hallway.
Jo Harvelle—blonde, sharp-eyed, always running around with her film club—was sitting cross-legged on a table, fiddling with a camcorder. Dean leaned against the wall across from her, spinning a basketball in his hand.
“I don’t get it,” Jo teased, tilting her head. “You’re great at the whole mysterious jock thing, but why am I the one who has to keep you a secret? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
Dean chuckled, easy and smooth. “You know why. If word gets out, my dad will find out. And if he finds out, he’ll make me cut ties. He doesn’t want me distracted. But…” He shrugged, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “I don’t want to lose what we’ve got.”
Jo rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “You’ve got an excuse for everything, Winchester.”
“Not an excuse,” he said softly, leaning in just enough to make her blush. “A reason.”
Your grip tightened on the doorframe, heart racing.
Dean Winchester had them all fooled.
