His day was going pretty good. School wasn't hard, everything was easy for him since he already had the experience from when he was only a kid, so it was safe to say that he had the advantage on his classmates. Cars always interested Dean. It wasn't something that was forced on him or anything. And he was glad it was something he even considered a hobby and was naturally good at. Anyway, Dean had gotten to his dorm room after an easy day with little to none homework, which was great because he and his friends had plans for the evening.

Benny, Alastair, and Castiel had invented him to join them. Well, it was more or less Benny and Castiel, Alastair had just been eavesdropping and tagged along. Dean was starting to think that guy liked him. Dean had to admit, he was bi and Alastair was not a bad looker. But Alastair had a dark sense of humor and just had a vibe that sent shivers down his spine. Castiel and Benny didn't like him one bit, but Dean didn't want to jump to any rash judgement.

It wasn't until Dean set his backpack down when he saw his clothes neatly folded on his bed. Dean didn't have a roommate, so throw that suspicion out the window. What made it wieder was a single note rested on top of the pile. Curiosity got the better of Dean. Picking it up, he looked it over, reading the words written on the pale piece of paper.

Written in a handwriting Dean didn't recognize, were the words: "I like you in this outfit. Wear it tonight".

The blood in Dean's veins froze. Who the fuck got in his room and knew he was going out? Even worse, who the fuck went through his clothes? Remember when Dean thought about not rushing to conclusions? Well, forget that. Because Dean picked up his phone and texted his Benny that he wasn't coming and as soon as that message sent, he called Alastair.

Fuming, Dean demanded if Alastair was the creep that did this.

It wasn't until half hour that Dean was semi-convinced. He apologized and hung up. Dean decided to just do some work and which some Dr. Sexy. At half past nine, he went to sleep uneasily. Spending an unusual amount of time making sure there was no way for someone to get in.

In morning, Dean was harshly reminded about the night before when his eyes meet another similar note on his note stand. Picking it up, Dean's eyes went wide in fear as he realized that someone had broken into his dorm room last night when he was sleeping. Drawing in shaky breaths, Dean calmed himself down before reading the next set of words that made him almost lose his dinner.

"You didn't go out, too bad, I really wanted to see you in that outfit."