Unspoken Love
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: None, minor swears, fluff
Words: 1390
A/N: I’m so sorry I didn’t post this when I should have @senselesssamii! I am the worstist human ever! Thank you so much for letting me participate in you Gag Reel Challenge. It’s been forever since I’ve written anything other than stupid essays for class (I graduated, btw yay!) so FEEDBACK IS DEEPLY APPRECIATED!!! Anyway, hope this doesn’t suck too bad. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so sorry if it sucks.
Tapping. Incessant tapping. That’s all Dean could hear when he woke up, and, frankly, it was beginning to annoy him, but that was overshadowed by the confusion fogging up his mind. A twinge of pain in his left temple caused him to wince as he sat up and opened his eyes to the soft blue light from the moon seeping into the room from a tiny window at the top of the wall. He glanced around the room he was in. Concrete walls, bare floor, naked light bulb, broken dusty bookshelves on the wall, an old rusty bike sitting near him, a broken television amidst other junk. Must be in a basement, he thought, but how did--
More tapping.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath, turning towards a silhouette in the window. That’s what must be tapping… He managed to get to his feet without a problem (though his body ached and his head was throbbing) and went to the window. The brass clasp on the bottom of it opened fairly easily, allowing the hunter to lift it open, revealing a familiar face. “Y/N!”
“Dean!” A grin creeped onto her face. He always liked it when she did that. “God, I’m so glad we found you! Are you ok?” He could barely see her eyes clearly, but the worry lining her face was obvious.
“I think I’m all right. My head kinda hurts, but apart from that…” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Well, I’d be surprised if your head didn’t hurt. You were probably hit pretty hard. A hit to knock you out could have…” she trailed off. “Well, you’re obviously fine, now.”
“Y/N, what’s going on? What happened?” Dean asked, trying to search his memories for the answer, but it was too foggy.
“You don’t remember?” Dean shook his head, though he instantly regretted it as the twinge of pain returned. “Sam and I went to the old shoe factory to follow up on a lead, and you decided to go to the cemetery to take care of the salt ‘n burn. It wasn’t just a ghost, Dean! There was a ghoul, too! We tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. When you didn’t turn back up to the hotel after an hour, we got worried, so we followed your cell phone signal here.” She leaned down a bit more, getting closer to Dean’s face. Had the wind not been blowing so much, he would have smelt her perfume. Suddenly, she began laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s like you’re the damsel in distress and I’m Prince Charming!” she giggled again, making Dean roll his eyes despite the smile plastered to his face. “Oh, how the tables have turned.”
“Doesn’t that mean I get to kiss you at the end of this?” He quirked an eyebrow, licking his lips. Y/N cocked her head to the side, a smirk playing on her lips. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, biting her lip, something she did subconsciously that drove Dean crazy.
They had been flirting endlessly since the day they met, and that’s probably why Dean was so drawn to her. It was like they’d both fallen into an unspoken relationship that was never official. They never went on dates, but they did almost everything else a couple would do. It had been a year at least since the “relationship” started, so why hadn’t it gone any further than playful punches, long midnight chats, or never-ending flirting? Because both saw it as a glorified friendship, and neither thought that their feelings would be reciprocated. Both thought that, when the time comes, they could separate without any problems. Until tonight.
Y/N got worried when he didn’t pick up after the first 5 times, then she lost her mind when he wasn’t at the cemetery. What if something bad happened? What if he didn’t just go off to a bar and forget to turn his cell phone on? What if someone took him? What if he’s d—she wouldn’t let herself think that. No way in hell would she be able to think clearly enough to find him if she let her mind wander to the worst-case scenario. It wasn’t until Sam had brought up her panic in the car that she even realized how much she cared for him. “I love him?” she muttered to herself. Then it hit her. “I love him, Sam.” He nodded. He’d noticed a long time ago, and told her that she should let him know.
The fear twisted Y/N’s gut around, nervously waiting for her to confess something she’d only known herself for a short time. “Look I have to tell you something—“ she started, but a crash on the front porch stopped the words from escaping her lips. Without even thinking, she bolted to help Sam, leaving Dean anticipating what she was going to say.
“Wait, wait!” he called after her, “No, come back! What were—“ Just as quickly as she had left, she was in front of him again.
“Wait, Dean, I love you,” she blurted, before turning to run again.
“I love you, too.” Dean didn’t even have to think about it. He didn’t think about it. It just sorta… fell out of his mouth.
“Great,” she breathed out, smiling like an idiot. “What?” Did he just say what I thought he said?
“Yeah… I love you. Have for a long time,” Dean confessed, now realizing how long he’d been harboring feelings.
Y/N didn’t know what to say. She stood there on the grass, frozen, unsure of what to do or say. So much was going on, she barely had time to wrap her mind around the whole situation. “K,” she quickly said before running back towards the house.
Dean froze in confusion. Did that actually just happen?
A few minutes and dead ghouls later, Sam busted down the door to Dean, who was immediately enveloped in a bone crushing hug. “Don’t ever burn bones by yourself again, ok?” Sam muttered, making Dean laugh.
“It’s good to see you, too, Sammy,” He chuckled into his brother’s shoulder. Y/N stood outside the door, her hands in her pockets. Dean didn’t take his eyes off her. When he let go of his brother, Dean walked straight towards her, pushed her up against the dirty wall, and kissed her. Fireworks, explosions, electricity. It felt like the world was on fire as their lips moved in synchronization, her hands went up into his hair, his pulled her closer.
Sam cleared his throat, signaling the couple to cease their make-out session. Y/N pulled away, breathless. “So… that’s a thing.” Sam rolled his eyes, going back up the dark stairs.
“I’m going back to the car. Don’t take too long. The cops might be headed here.” Y/N could have sworn he muttered something along the lines of “ya’d think they could were rabbits or something,” but she didn’t really focus on that when Dean’s lips were on hers again.
“Wow, I didn’t know a Princess could kiss like that.” Dean rolled his eyes again at her statement. “C’mon,” she took his hand, “let’s get outa here. This place gives me the creeps.” They went up the stairs relatively quietly until she spun around. “Dean?”
“Y/N.”
“Did you mean what you said? Do you really love me? Because I’ve loved you for a long time I just didn’t see it until now and if you don’t like me that way that’s fine I can leave I just want to know because I don’t think I could—“ Dean cut her ranting off with another kiss. She deepened it, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled away slowly, letting the action sink in. She grinned sheepishly. “That was a really nice way of telling me to shut up.”
“Y/N, I have loved you for a long time. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner. You have made my life—this life bearable. I never thought I would get the chance to be happy, but despite all this,” he gestured to the stairwell, “you fill my life with the kind of happiness I never knew.” Tears were welling up in her eyes, and she pulled him into a hug.
“I love you, Dean Winchester. I love you so damn much, it hurts sometimes.”
