Requested by: @canon-is-drarry
You heard their shoes squeaking on the hallway floor as you stood in front of your locker. You closed your eyes and waited for the onslaught that was inevitably coming.
One broke off from the group and snapped your locker door shut. You luckily pulled your fingers out of the way in time. âHey, Y/N. Nice shoes.â
You said nothing. You had learned by now that they left sooner if you didnât.
Another one chimed in. âGet those from Goodwill, along with the rest of your closet?â
You stared down at the floor, not wanting to risk meeting their eyes. That always egged them on. Â You hoped they would move on soon. The weight of the stares you were getting from passerby was heating your neck and face.
It didnât go unnoticed. âOh, look! Y/N is blushing!â That got a chuckle from the rest of the party.
One of them leaned closer to you. When you tried pulling away, they grabbed one of your backpack shoulder straps and yanked you close enough to feel their hot breath on your face. âWhy are you blushing, Y/N? Donât like all the attention?â
âYou know what you are, donât you? Youâre a-â
You didnât get to hear the rest because Dean had thrown them against the row of lockers.
âIâll tell you what you are, you little twerp. Youâre dead meat.â
Sam walked up behind him, his eyes cold. âRoad kill.â
You paled. They werenât supposed to be here. Them fighting your battles wasnât going to make the group stop. If anything, it was going to paint a bigger target on your back.
You pulled on Deanâs leather jacket, eyeing the growing crowd. A teacher would notice soon enough. âDean. Stop.â
Dean didnât take his eyes off of the perpetrator. âNo. Iâm not done putting this piece of crap in its place.â
Sam turned to you. âWhy didnât you tell us this was happening?â
Your face grew red again as you gestured to Dean. âWhy do you think, Sam?â
Samâs jaw grew tight. âThis isnât okay, Y/N. The way that they were treating you-â
Dean growled, smacking the kid against the wall again for emphasis, âNo, we have it handled.â
You opened your mouth to object when a teacher pushed through the crowd. âExcuse me! What is going on here?â
Dean said, keeping his eyes on the kid, âWe caught this one threatening one of your other students.â He turned towards the teacher. âWe stopped it.â
Sam silently showed him their fake police IDs. Your eyes widened. The guys werenât messing around this time.
âWell, would you mind unhanding my student, officer? Iâll make sure they receive the appropriate discipline, if what youâre saying is true.â
Dean released the kid, who fell to the floor in a heap. They shakily crawled over to the teacherâs feet. âSure.â He eyed the kid. âHave a nice day.â
He sauntered off, Sam following close behind. You sighed and did the same. After they had gotten far enough away from the group, Dean muttered darkly, âThat kid is lucky I left my gun in the car.â
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