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Hey Dean,
Have you ever had one of those days where you want to lock yourself in a room and drink yourself to death?
I had one of those today. You probably don’t care, but I had no one to complain about it and either way the chances of you finding this note in that mess you call locker, is just pretty much 0,00001%. For god’s sake, Dean, clean that up.
But just hypothetically saying, if you actually found this note, and if you don’t throw it away before reading it. At this point you may be wondering who am I. And the answer is: mind your own damn business. Or just imagine I’m a stalker that had nothing better to do than write a note to their crush, who will never give three fucks about them.
I lost bet, alright? Don’t judge me.
Either way, for me is hard to think Mr perfect here actually has one of those days. Dean Winchester, university’s atta boy, the most wanted man on campus, the husband material idol. Really hard to picture you going through a rough time. Sometimes I don’t even know if I like you, or if I just want to be you. Never mind.
I saw you laughing today before going to class. It’s rare, you barely even smile. A sight for sore eyes indeed. Whatever Benny told you really got you going for a while, almost made me wanna thank that bastard. Nothing personal, I hate the guy.
I forgot about the whole “wanting to drink myself to death” for a while, until I bumped hard on a wall, while I was distracted looking at you.
Hope you have a nice day, Dean. At least better than mine and I hope I can see you smiling more often.
With love,
An idiot that had a really bad day.