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Without thinking, Dean was leaning towards this man, this kid he’d never laid eyes on before in the most inappropriate way. Alphas were to keep their distance – it made everyone else more comfortable. Dean was naturally a touchy person, very tactile and used it to orient himself with the people around him, but he’d learned to tone it down when not with close friends or family. When the man’s eyes widened in surprise, Dean barely caught himself and realized what he was doing. Hastening to back up, he barely rocked his knuckle against the glass beaker they were meant to be using at the moment Holy crap, is everyone else actually moving forward with their projects, the lab? When did Dean’s world stop spinning?
The glass Dean had accidentally knocked against toppled over, smashing and forcing the Bunsen burner stand to shift (thankfully not lit), which in turn toppled into the tapered flask which fell to the floor with an astonishing loud shatter for something that looks so fragile and sure.
Dean’s jaw dropped, immediately glancing up and searching for the gaze of the man before him. The handsome tan face was breaking apart into a smile, with spider web cracks of laughter emanating out from the corner of those deep eyes, and deep sure divots framing the mouth. Dean forgot about the shattered glass at his feet and lost himself in that smile. That is, until the teacher’s hand clamped down on his broad shoulder and Dean lost it.
“Mr. Wesson, are you okay, did any of the –“ until his voice cut off as Dean’s snarl drowned out the teacher. He smashed his fists into the table, inhuman strength crumbling the smooth stone tops. Dean’s shoulders were hunched, his lips drawn back in a snarl, his legs planted shoulder width apart, hands beginning to claw. The teacher slowly put his hands up, raising them slowly and backing away the same. “No, sir, I’m fine,” without realizing it, Sam had turned toward Dean, against normal instinct, turned into the threat. He settled his hands on Dean, a notoriously bad move with an angry wolf, wrapping one hand behind his neck and the other with his fingers dipping into the divot of his collarbone. Dean’s unfocused eyes, seeing red, snapped back into the present with Sam’s right in front of his. They locked onto the hazel depths with a surprising intensity, though the snarl didn’t lessen any.
“Can you calm down? Please? I don’t even know you yet, and you’re growling in my face, that just isn’t polite, Alpha.” Sam spoke softly, smile quirked up at the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t afraid of Dean, not really, he could just feel the threat wasn’t emanating towards him. When the last word fell from his lips, a quiet “Alpha,” he saw Dean visibly relax. Noting that he’d felt his power or possession threatened and that was what had made his wolf break, Sam turned back to the chemistry teacher, Mr. Fitzhugh.
In a panic, unable to really process or understand why he was reacting this way, Dean frantically glanced around the room. Settling on a guy who he was kind of friends with, more than anyone else in the room anyways, and he managed to lock eyes with Chris Kane and croak out a quiet “Get me out,” that rang out in the silent room. Snapping into movement, Chris locked his hands around Dean’s wrists, slamming them together behind his back to fight the Alpha’s strength. Dragging him out of the room, Dean pulling halfheartedly against him, knowing he had to leave but wanting, half needing, to be near the gentle man who’d touched him.
When the door clicked shut, and Dean’s nose cleared, he realized he’d been cloyed up by the scent of the man, and that was probably why he couldn’t handle himself. He smelled like earthy skin, soft cleanliness, freshly washed sheets, and just a little bit of spice. Dean slumped against the closed door and slid to the ground, his elbows on his knees, clenched hands hiding his face. Chris smashed his fist against the wall, “What the hell, man? I’ve never seen you slip and lose it. You know you can’t.”
“Fuck, I know, okay? Hop off my balls, man. I’m trying. I don’t know what’s happening, fuck, just FUCK, it”
“Are you fucking stupid? What do you mean you don’t know what’s going on? You just met your fucking mate, you complete idiot. And you’re gonna be Alpha? God help us.” By the end of his tirade, Christian was smiling, being exactly what Dean needed. God help him, but Christian Kane was a relaxing bastard.
Dean let out a small laugh, slouching against the wall and let it sink it. It couldn’t be anything else. The way his body had lit up when the other man was near, how he almost wasn’t able to stop himself from kissing him on sight, this man had to be his mate…god, he didn’t even know his name.
He stood up suddenly, head spinning a little, and rushed to the classroom. He had to know his name. Class was getting out by this time, and everyone was pouring out of the classroom, but Dean could still see his future standing a good four inches taller than the rest of the crowd. “What’s your name?” Dean shouted, a hand come to the side of his mouth, in hope to somehow carry it further. “Try harder!” came his deliciously annoying response tossed over the shoulder of a receding back.