Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

Unknown Affect (Jensen×Reader) {High School AU}

     Trigger Warning ig?? Like smoking cigarettes and v small mentions of past sexual experiences but like that's it:)

   You hated your new school and you weren't even there yet. You didn't hate the amount of work you were going to have to do or the people that you would meet. You just hated the building and the town it was in. The town your family had forced you to move to. You had moved around a lot in your life, and it was because your family wanted you to get rid of your "habits." Habits being your daily pack of cigs or your weekly hookup, but no matter how hard they tried, you were stuck in your ways. Yet, your dad insisted that you had to move to a place where you could make good friends and distance yourself from your current choices. But even if you wanted to, you always fell into the same crowd. The moment you stepped foot into the school, you realized that most of the people there were preppy and rich, guys wearing expensive jeans and t-shirts while girls wore expensive skirts and crop tops. You rolled your eyes as a group of girls, (presumably cheerleaders because of their outfits), looked disgusted as you walked by them. You knew why. You're converse were dirty and your jeans had holes in them and your shirt was a Grateful Dead t-shirt so you weren't exactly wearing "high fashion." 

   The warning bell shrieked and everyone dispersed, scurrying off to their first classes. You took your time, heading to your assigned locker and testing out the combination. It worked, so you shoved your lunch and some books from your backpack in there and slammed it shut. You headed off the find room D-109, where your first class, Psychology, was taking place. You got there, opening the door without knocking and snagging a seat in the back seconds before the next bell rang. The teacher was taking attendance and he got to your name.

   "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," the teacher asked as you raised your hand slightly and kept your focus on the desk in front of you. You put it down, feeling a tap on your arm when it hit your desk. You looked up to see a kid with soft, green eyes smiling at you with his hand outstretched. 

   "Hi. I'm Jensen," he said as you took his hand and shook it gently, turning back to the front of your class. "Where'd you move from?"

   "From Indiana," you said quietly as you looked at him. He nodded and tried to think of something else to say. 

   "Do you like it here so far," he asked as you shrugged your shoulders. 

   "You're the only one who's been nice to me so far." His eyebrows shot up, as he bit his lip and thought. 

   "Well, to continue the tradition of being nice, why don't you sit with me in the courtyard during lunch?" Now it was your turn to be surprised. You stuttered a bit, trying to think of something to say but you just ended up nodding your head, causing him to smile. 

~Wow look we're at lunch yay~

   You paced the courtyard with a cigarette in your hand, breathing in the toxins and releasing them every few seconds. You heard the crunching of leaves come from behind you and you turned your head to see Jensen standing there with a smirk on his face. He shook his head and rolled his eyes when he saw the cancer stick in your hand and sat down next to your things. 

   "Please tell me you don't smoke all the time," Jensen says as he sighs. "My friends do it all the time and the smell makes me sick." You dropped the cigarette at his words and squished it with your foot. You sat down next to him and nudged his shoulder. 

   "Not if you don't want me to." You couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You had never promised, or even offered, to stop smoking in front of anyone, not even your own family. You had only known this boy for less than 4 hours and he was already affecting your brain. Jensen nodded at your words and gave you a soft smile, reaching into his bag to grab his lunch. You pulled out your bag of chips, breaking them open and shoving one in your mouth. You saw him staring at you, and you stared back. He sighed as he swallowed the bite he had taken out of his sandwich. 

   "You're really pretty." You felt your face heat up and you looked down, smiling like an idiot. You shook your head at him and cleared your throat, trying to fight the blush off your cheeks. 

   "I-I'm really not," you stuttered out as Jensen shook his head. 

   "But you truly are. Like you're sweet and kind and respectful of people," he said that last part in reference to you putting out the cigarette when he expressed his dislike. "Not to mention, your eyes are really pretty and your smile is absolutely gorgeous and your hair falls into beautiful, (Y/H/C) waves and-" Jensen stopped himself when he noticed his was rambling and it was his turn to blush. "Sorry." 

   "No, no. It-it's okay. People don't say things that nice about me." He looked at you in shock and he smiled. Jensen scooted closer to you. 

  "Well, I'm gonna tell you every day until you believe it." His arm slipped around your waist and you smiled. You felt at home in his arms, unlike any other guy you had ever hooked up with. Maybe this town would change you. No more hook ups, no more smoking. Just you and Jensen. Yeah, that could be nice.