Angels and Demons (17+)
She's Just A Friend Who Happens to Be A Girl
Third Person Omniscient:
The next day, Dean walked in through the door of his small, slightly dilapidated house. The Style’s just moved in with the little money they had, which meant that there were areas of the house that were in desperate need of repair. The sink had a constant leak, the shower went from icecold to burning hot in 0.5 seconds, and the door was only opened by a jiggle and a push.
He allowed a smile to appear across his face as he closed the door behind him. With that sound, his father, John, appeared.
“Dean, where the hell have you been?” he asked, obviously frustrated.
Dean gave an irritated sigh, “I was just out, Dad. Calm down.”
“Calm down?! Do you not realize how worried I’ve been? Where were you?”
“I just went for a drive,” he replied nonchalantly, “I don’t see what the big deal is-”
He threw his hands up in the air, “Of course you don’t.” John paced back and forth with annoyed feet, “You never understand the danger you put yourself in every time you leave this house! Do you?”
“What? You don’t think I can handle some demons by myself? You really don’t trust me?” With every sentence they spoke, their voices rose higher and higher.
“No, Dean, I honestly don’t. Recently, you’ve been doing some pretty dumb ass things. Remember our last hunt?”
“Jesus, won’t you let that go?! It was one mistake!-”
“A mistake that we couldn’t afford, Dean! Honestly,-”
Dean showed his irk through his next sentence, “Honestly what, Dad?! I said give it a fucking break! Haven’t you ever made mistakes before?!”
“Yes,” his dad solemnly spoke.
“Oh yeah?! What was it then? Accidentally using the wrong toothbrush this morning?!”
His face was serious as he stared straight into Dean’s eyes, “No. Letting you go on that hunt.” His eyes pierced through Dean’s soul and made him grow silent. That silence grew into anger and Dean stomped up the stairs which was followed by a slam of the door. His father sighed, while rubbing a stressed hand against his forehead.
“What am I going to do with that boy?” He asked himself.
Dean POV:
Honestly, when will he just stop? He never fully trusts me. My thoughts were encouraging my anger before I even realized. My hand was bleeding and there was a hole in my wall.
“Dean!” Dad screamed furiously up the stairs, “What the hell are you doing up there?!”
I looked down at my knuckles, which were covered in blood at this point, and cursed under my breath.
“Fuck.” I cussed as I shook my hand to numb the pain.
I rinsed off the blood and bandaged it up and went back to my room to seethe. After a while, I was calmer and just stared at the ceiling above my head when a knock resonated from my door.
“Yeah?” I shouted.
“Can I come in?”
I went over and unlocked the door, then walked slowly back to my bed. I went back to staring at my ceiling as the door slowly opened. Dad let out a sigh and sat at the foot of my bed.
“Look Dean, I didn’t mean-”
“I know, Dad.” I said cutting him off, “We all say stupid stuff sometimes.”
“You do know I didn’t mean any of it, right? Not a single word?”
“Yeah, I know that.” I replied, still looking at the ceiling.
There was an awkward pause that followed after, “So… Do you mind telling me where you were tonight? Just curious.”
“I was just hanging out with a friend.” I said.
A mischievous smile spread across his face, “A friend, eh? Did this friend happen to be a girl?”
I smiled, “Yeah.”
“And…?” He asked with wide eyes, waiting for some more of an explanation.
“She’s just a friend, Dad.”
He laughed, “Oh, Dean. I’ll bet you 5 bucks that that’s not the case.” I blushed at that, “Wait, you didn’t tell her about-”
“No,” I said with irritation, “I didn’t tell her about ‘the family business’.”
“Good,” he responded, “I don’t want her getting hurt.”
“Neither do I, Dad. Neither do I.”
Chloe POV:
We had late night conversations that lasted until the early hours of the morning. I could never stop talking to him. And I didn’t want to.
The next day, I got up with three hours of sleep under my belt, and got ready for school. Loki was happy, chippin’ away at the bars of his cage. So, I gave him a grape to chew on while I walked him out to my car. And there sat his 1967 Chevy Impala in my driveway.
He was standing there and said, “Thank God, I thought I was going to have to go inside and wake you up.”
I looked at him confused, “What are you doing here?”
“Well, driving you to school.”
I referenced to my car, “I do have a car, ya know.”
“I know.” He said with a cheeky smile, “I realized that your house is on the way to school so I decided to stop by and give you a ride. Is that a problem?”
I shook my head and smiled, “No, not at all.” I put Loki in the back seat and off we went to Grooves Wood High.
When we arrived, I felt like the eyes of the whole student body on me and Dean. I heard whispers like: Is that Chole Thompson with the new guy? He’s hot.
Why does she get someone like him?
If she can get a boyfriend, why can’t I?
No, I don’t think they’re dating. Maybe that’s her cousin.
How embarrassing.
I’m the girl who tries to avoid attention at all cost, and now I was in the middle of it.
I looked up at Dean, and he just looked straight ahead with the biggest smirk on his face.
“You want to make them talk some more?”
I didn’t realize what he said so I asked, “Wait wh-”
And with that, Dean Styles’ and I were kissing, full on PDA, in the school parking lot.
The area around us filled with Aw’s and some disgust as his lips latched on to mine.
Was this a joke? Was he messing with my feelings?
Did Dean Styles’ care for me?
With these thoughts colliding against my skull, I pulled away and looked down to the ground.
His hand rested under my chin and brought my face to look at his.
“What?” he asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
I tucked my hair behind my ear and avoided his gaze, “Please don’t kiss me and then break my heart. I’ve had enough of that story in my life.”
He looked at me with a confused expression, “What do you mean?”
“I’m saying don’t lead me on. It sucks. It’s a terrible feeling. And I don’t need to be made fun of even more than I am now.” I picked up Loki’s cage and said without eye contact, “I’m going to class.”
And there I left Dean Styles… in the middle of the Grooves Wood High parking lot.
The next day, Dean walked in through the door of his small, slightly dilapidated house. The Style’s just moved in with the little money they had, which meant that there were areas of the house that were in desperate need of repair. The sink had a constant leak, the shower went from icecold to burning hot in 0.5 seconds, and the door was only opened by a jiggle and a push.
He allowed a smile to appear across his face as he closed the door behind him. With that sound, his father, John, appeared.
“Dean, where the hell have you been?” he asked, obviously frustrated.
Dean gave an irritated sigh, “I was just out, Dad. Calm down.”
“Calm down?! Do you not realize how worried I’ve been? Where were you?”
“I just went for a drive,” he replied nonchalantly, “I don’t see what the big deal is-”
He threw his hands up in the air, “Of course you don’t.” John paced back and forth with annoyed feet, “You never understand the danger you put yourself in every time you leave this house! Do you?”
“What? You don’t think I can handle some demons by myself? You really don’t trust me?” With every sentence they spoke, their voices rose higher and higher.
“No, Dean, I honestly don’t. Recently, you’ve been doing some pretty dumb ass things. Remember our last hunt?”
“Jesus, won’t you let that go?! It was one mistake!-”
“A mistake that we couldn’t afford, Dean! Honestly,-”
Dean showed his irk through his next sentence, “Honestly what, Dad?! I said give it a fucking break! Haven’t you ever made mistakes before?!”
“Yes,” his dad solemnly spoke.
“Oh yeah?! What was it then? Accidentally using the wrong toothbrush this morning?!”
His face was serious as he stared straight into Dean’s eyes, “No. Letting you go on that hunt.” His eyes pierced through Dean’s soul and made him grow silent. That silence grew into anger and Dean stomped up the stairs which was followed by a slam of the door. His father sighed, while rubbing a stressed hand against his forehead.
“What am I going to do with that boy?” He asked himself.
Dean POV:
Honestly, when will he just stop? He never fully trusts me. My thoughts were encouraging my anger before I even realized. My hand was bleeding and there was a hole in my wall.
“Dean!” Dad screamed furiously up the stairs, “What the hell are you doing up there?!”
I looked down at my knuckles, which were covered in blood at this point, and cursed under my breath.
“Fuck.” I cussed as I shook my hand to numb the pain.
I rinsed off the blood and bandaged it up and went back to my room to seethe. After a while, I was calmer and just stared at the ceiling above my head when a knock resonated from my door.
“Yeah?” I shouted.
“Can I come in?”
I went over and unlocked the door, then walked slowly back to my bed. I went back to staring at my ceiling as the door slowly opened. Dad let out a sigh and sat at the foot of my bed.
“Look Dean, I didn’t mean-”
“I know, Dad.” I said cutting him off, “We all say stupid stuff sometimes.”
“You do know I didn’t mean any of it, right? Not a single word?”
“Yeah, I know that.” I replied, still looking at the ceiling.
There was an awkward pause that followed after, “So… Do you mind telling me where you were tonight? Just curious.”
“I was just hanging out with a friend.” I said.
A mischievous smile spread across his face, “A friend, eh? Did this friend happen to be a girl?”
I smiled, “Yeah.”
“And…?” He asked with wide eyes, waiting for some more of an explanation.
“She’s just a friend, Dad.”
He laughed, “Oh, Dean. I’ll bet you 5 bucks that that’s not the case.” I blushed at that, “Wait, you didn’t tell her about-”
“No,” I said with irritation, “I didn’t tell her about ‘the family business’.”
“Good,” he responded, “I don’t want her getting hurt.”
“Neither do I, Dad. Neither do I.”
Chloe POV:
We had late night conversations that lasted until the early hours of the morning. I could never stop talking to him. And I didn’t want to.
The next day, I got up with three hours of sleep under my belt, and got ready for school. Loki was happy, chippin’ away at the bars of his cage. So, I gave him a grape to chew on while I walked him out to my car. And there sat his 1967 Chevy Impala in my driveway.
He was standing there and said, “Thank God, I thought I was going to have to go inside and wake you up.”
I looked at him confused, “What are you doing here?”
“Well, driving you to school.”
I referenced to my car, “I do have a car, ya know.”
“I know.” He said with a cheeky smile, “I realized that your house is on the way to school so I decided to stop by and give you a ride. Is that a problem?”
I shook my head and smiled, “No, not at all.” I put Loki in the back seat and off we went to Grooves Wood High.
When we arrived, I felt like the eyes of the whole student body on me and Dean. I heard whispers like: Is that Chole Thompson with the new guy? He’s hot.
Why does she get someone like him?
If she can get a boyfriend, why can’t I?
No, I don’t think they’re dating. Maybe that’s her cousin.
How embarrassing.
I’m the girl who tries to avoid attention at all cost, and now I was in the middle of it.
I looked up at Dean, and he just looked straight ahead with the biggest smirk on his face.
“You want to make them talk some more?”
I didn’t realize what he said so I asked, “Wait wh-”
And with that, Dean Styles’ and I were kissing, full on PDA, in the school parking lot.
The area around us filled with Aw’s and some disgust as his lips latched on to mine.
Was this a joke? Was he messing with my feelings?
Did Dean Styles’ care for me?
With these thoughts colliding against my skull, I pulled away and looked down to the ground.
His hand rested under my chin and brought my face to look at his.
“What?” he asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
I tucked my hair behind my ear and avoided his gaze, “Please don’t kiss me and then break my heart. I’ve had enough of that story in my life.”
He looked at me with a confused expression, “What do you mean?”
“I’m saying don’t lead me on. It sucks. It’s a terrible feeling. And I don’t need to be made fun of even more than I am now.” I picked up Loki’s cage and said without eye contact, “I’m going to class.”
And there I left Dean Styles… in the middle of the Grooves Wood High parking lot.
Notes
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