Kimberly Grace Foster

It had been years since I had last seen him.
The years had passed by too soon I hadn't decided how many years had passed.
I thought I would forget about him, but I couldn't...

We met at high school. I was the weird kid, living in my own world, and he was the mysterious newcomer. The bad guy. Or at least I thought he was one. But soon he proved me wrong...

"Class, this is our newest highschool student." The teacher said with anoverly cheery voice. "Tell the class your name."
"The name's Dean Winchester." The teen boy said to the class.
He wore dark blue jeans and casual black runners. With a leather jacket and a plain white t-shirt underneath. He had piercing green eyes and short sandy blonde hair.
"Now, Dean, please go find an empty desk anywhere in the class." The teacher said again.
He nodded and looked around, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders and saw an empty seat near the back of the class. He had noticed somegirls wanted him to take a spot by them, but he simply waved it off and sat where he wanted to.
He sat himself down and studied the class, just as they studied him. After a few moments of awkward staring and studying, the teacher brought the class's attention back to the front, resumed her lesson and I started drawing again.

Drawing was my passion back then. I was drawing everything and everyone, 24/7. No one ever noticed but Dean.

It happened a week later, at the cafeteria.

I was always on my own, sitting alone at the lunch table. But I didn't mind. I was different, I knew it. The others were laughing at me, bullying me,... But I would never backed down. And my stubbornness was maybe the problem. If I gave up, they would let me be. But I didn't. And looking back, I'm glad I didn't. If I did, I would never get a chance to get to know him...

I was sitting at the lunch table when he sat across from me. I looked up, jumped and was about to pick up my stuff and run away, when he placed his hand on mine. "Wait," he said with a gentle smile. "I don't want you to leave. I'm not here to do anything to you, I promise."

I relaxed a little, but was still hesitant to sit myself back down.

"Please, I just wanna talk," the stranger continued and after a few silent moments of battling myself I decided to set my books down and sat as well.

"I saw you drawing in socials this morning," he said, still keeping that smile on his lips. I blushed and lowered my head in shame. "I'm not supposed to do that," I admitted shyly. "You're not going to tell the teacher, are you?"

He laughed and shook his head lightly. "No, I'm not going to. Your secret is safe with me."

I smiled at that promise.

"Hey, I never got your name." He said, leaning on the table.

"Oh,"I blushed further. "I'm Kimberly Foster."

"I'm Dean," he introduced himself and then we were talking for a couple of minutes.

"Hey, I need to let you know something-" he was cut off by the bell. I quickly picked my stuff up and gave a small, shy wave. Then I ran away before he could stop me.

After the last lesson I grabbed my stuff from her locker and slung my backpack over my shoulder. It was the dreaded end of the day. I hated the end of the day. It meant I was no longer protected by the teachers and staff of the school.
Sighing heavily, I shut my locker and started out on my normal route home. After I was a good ways into the woods, I was suddenly flung forwards and tumbled to the ground. My knees scraped the cement path and I winced as they started to bleed. I looked up and saw Tommy with his gang of jocks.

"G-go away," I whispered, stuttering and gathering my books. "I d-don't want any t-trouble."
I was roughly shoved back into the dirt and my face made contact with the ground. Tears jumped into my eyes and I forced myself back to my bloody and scraped knees. Turning around, a tear slipped down my cheek.
Tommy then bent down and picked up one of my drawings from the ground. He looked at it and smirked evilly.
"You drew these, didn't you?" he questioned, with a harsh tone.

I nodded slowly as tears started to run down my cheeks. He grinned and ripped it right in half. Horror etched itself across my face and I began to cry harder. I knew crying in front of bullies would only make them continue.
Tommy raised a hand to hit me, when a voice rang out through the air. It was rather loud, and deep. I knew that voice. It was the boy from earlier.
"Hey," Dean yelled. "Leave her alone!"

He stomped over to me and the group of jocks surrounding me. He wrapped a gentle arm under my shoulder and pulled me gently to my feet. He turned to me and wiped away the tears with a gentle thumb, before standing in front of me and acting like a guard.
"You think this is funny?" Dean spat at the jocks. "To hurt her, make her cry." He noticed the ripped drawings laying by Tommy's feet. "To rip up her work?"
Tommy pulled his arm back to punch him right in the face, but Dean beat him to it. He punched the teen right in the jaw and then kneed him where the sun don't shine. The other jocks watched in fear and before they what was happening, they ran. He then turned back to me.
He cupped my face in his hands, his emerald eyes flashing with sympathy and worry. His lips pressed into a thin line, showing me how worried he was about me.

"Are you alright, Kim?" Dean questioned, lookind deeply into my eyes."They didn't hurt you, did they?"

I swallowed and let out a small sob, before shaking my head. "N-no, they didn't. Thanks to you," I whispered with shaky voice and imagined how this would end if Dean wasn't there. It wouldn't be pretty, that was for sure. But Dean saved me even though he did not have any reason to do it. I realized that it was the first time that someone stood up for me. And started crying again.

"No, no." He said softly, pulling me into a hug. "Don't cry. I'm here now and I've got you. I won't let them hurt you again."

He lifted my chin with a gentle finger and wiped away the tears before looking into my eyes. "I promise."

He kept his word. He was always there for me and never let me down. He taught me how to protect myself and I taught him how to draw in return.

We were best friends. I believed he was never gonna leave me. But after a month he vanished without saying a word...

He wasn't picking up his phone nor answering my messages and I felt betrayed. It took me a long time to get out of it, but I finally did it.

Now I'm a grown succesful woman with university degree and I'm ready to start living my life the way I've been wanting to.

But little did I know about the world outside, about the evil hiding there.

I was about to get knocked down again and thought there was nobody who could save me.

And after all these years he proved me wrong again.

Další slátaninka z mé dílničky. Měla to být původně ffka na Supernatural, čehož můžete využít, nebo si to zase předělat podle svého. Představovala bych si ale, aby to bylo nějaké drama, thriller, možná detektivka,... Však víte, něco akčnějšího, protože to v té změti love blbostí tady dost postrádám.

Kdybyste to náhodou chtěli přeložit do češtiny, nadšená nebudu, ale stačí napsat a udělám to:D