What was he doing here?
"You're The Kid Who Has Guts."
"I'm guessing you want to know my name?" I expressed. He lifted his eyes up, lashes thick and long, grazing against the apples of his cheeks as he blinked gracefully.
"It's up to you." He replied, shrugging. I stared at him, light brown freckles scattered on his skin like stars. His mouth turned up into a friendly smile, rows of white teeth flashing.
A boy like him being nice to a boy like me. Something couldn't be right with him, he's acting as if I'm important in his higher universe.
I clenched down on my teeth, gritting them back before I could say something rude, "Just call me The Kid Who Has Guts."
Because it's not like Dean Winchester will ever talk to me again.
Disclaimer: I do not own the show "Supernatural" or its characters. This is simply a work of fiction. I do not take any part in the show, other than being a fan.
WARNING: ABUSE, SEXUAL REFERENCES, ANGST AND FOUL LANGUAGE
Author's Note: I made the cover, the photographs are screenshots of the actors. I added the font, the effects, the color etc...