You and Dean are best friends, but you’ve always had feelings for him. This takes place at the end of season 5 and some of the beginning of Season 6. Basically, you find out about Sam coming back, and Dean finds out. Not my gifs but couldn't find the creators. It’s kind of long. Hope you enjoy!
As Sam fell into the pit with Lucifer, Michael, and Adam, it left Dean, Bobby, Castiel and you to deal. Castiel was quick to head back to heaven to see what was to become of it as the whole story had changed. Bobby, Dean, and you all walked to your cars in angst-filled silence since you’d all just lost someone close to you. You all stand in front of the impala. Not dwelling on it too long, Bobby decides to speak after a few minutes and asks, “What are we doing?” Dean wipes his face and shrugs. Bobby looks over to me. Although taking a few seconds to yourself, it feels longer as your mind flashes back to what Sam had told you the day before.
Sam had sat you down and was holding onto your arm softly with one of his hands. You gestured for him to speak. He moves his hand up and down on your arm in nervousness before saying, “I don’t know what’s going to happen.” You put a hand to his hand to stop his movements. You gave him a small smile and softly replied, “None of us do, and that’s okay.”
“Look, whatever happens, I want you to listen to me.”
“Sam, don’t talk like that-”
“Just listen...please.” You nodded at him slowly. “I have this request for Dean. I’m gonna tell him, but I needed to talk to you. I don't know how you're gonna feel about this.” You removed your hand from his and held your other hand tightly. You were starting to get more and more tense the longer the conversation went on, but you didn’t want to add to the stress of the situation. You tried to just keep yourself in check and wait to see what this was all about. You cleared your throat and did you best to say, “Just tell me what this is about.”
“If I end up in the pit, I want Dean to live a normal life.” You let out a deep breath as you felt relieved at his words. You held your hand to your chest and said, “That’s all? Whew...I thought it was serious. Of course. If that’s what you want him to have, shoot, that’s great. I agree.” You gave him a small smile; however, he responded with an awkward smile and a scratch to the back of his neck. You tilt your head at him and ask, “What?”
“I know you and Dean are close. You’ve been best friends for the longest. You-”
“The point, Sam!” You took a deep breath and uttered, “Sorry.” He gave you a knowing small smile before saying, “He’s going to go with Lisa.”
“Lisa?” You felt the air leave your lungs in that instance.
“Yeah. I know your close, but you know it’s better if he just cuts off most...or all contact. It’s hard enough to get out of life...hell, we don’t even know if it's possible, but I want it for Dean.” You feel a pang in your chest to imagine Dean yet again with another woman in his life. You’d think seeing him with a new almost everyday would become familiar and expected. While you expected it, you still couldn't help the feeling attached, especially in particular with Lisa. There seemed to be something more with Lisa than with the others...at least, that’s how it seemed with Dean making a big deal with seeing her again. Now, Sam once again confirms there was something real there.
“I-” You voice betrays you instantly with a crack. You stand up feeling your hands shake. You turn you back to Sam. You allow your face to betray you as it turns sad, but your voice comes out unwavering as you say, “It’s what's best for him...He’ll be happy. You don’t have to worry, Sam.” You left the room right after that.
You're brought out of the memory because Dean snapping his fingers in front of your face.
“Wha…” You say, and Dean and Bobby let out small laughs. Bobby steps up and lays a hand on your shoulders, “I’ll go wait in my car. You're coming, right?” You nodded at him. Dean and Bobby seemed to speak without words as they only gave each other a look and hug before Bobby walked down the street toward his car and got in. Dean leaned onto the impala and looked up at you. You give him a hug, and he hugs back tightly. You feel him shake against you as you assumed he was sobbing. You hold off on your own tears as you knew it would hurt him more to see that. Not to mention make him feel he should stop crying. When he calmed down, he wiped his eyes, and you acted like nothing happened. He looks into your eyes and states, “I’m gonna go...” He removed his gaze from you and looked down to the ground. You used your index finger and thumb to bring his head up and look at you. You gave him the best smile you could muster before telling him, “It’s alright.”
“I’m going to be with Lisa and Ben.” You swallowed. You dug your nails into your palm, so you were able to tell him, “Be happy, for me?” The words bittersweet against your tongue. You want to cry. That’s all you’ve wanted to do, so you could find some kind of relief from this impossible situation of loving your best friend enough to not be selfish. It eased your nerves a bit as a smile was now on his lips. He pulled you into a hug this time, but there was a softer touch to it. Also, it didn’t feel as sad as the first. While he was close to you, he replied, “I’ll try.” You nodded your head against him, which made it seem like you were nuzzling into him. You pulled off of each other.
“That’s all I ask. You got this, Dean.”
“You really think I could be normal?”
“No one’s normal, Dean...but, I think you’ll be great because you’re you…”
“I’ll remember that, I’ll see you...” He hands found yours. He gave a look full of emotion as you both knew seeing each other again wasn’t really the case. You put a hand to his shoulder and told him, “See ya.” He quickly gets in his car, and you start walking toward Bobby’s car. The tears threaten to fall once more. You suppress it and try to breathe to calm yourself. In that moment, you promise yourself that you will only let yourself cry once out of this because it hurt so much. You would await for that time. For now, you suppressed. When you open Bobby's passenger door, you turn your back to Bobby, and you take the chance to wipe your teary eyes. You get inside the car. Your hands ruffling your pants. You muster a small smile toward Bobby; suddenly, he asks you, “Did you say everything you needed to?” You cleared your throat to make sure your voice won't reveal any of your true feelings and simply replied, “Yeah. I told him everything he needed to hear.”
“Nothing you wanted to say?”
“Just any sentiments...feelings and such…” He nudged his elbow at you. You purse your lips at him. You gloss over his words and actions as you reply, “I’m sure I said everything…”
“You still have a small window of time.” He points over to the impala to see that Dean hadn't driven off yet. “You could...have a chance..” You confirm that he must know your feelings; however, that didn’t matter though because you weren't planning on doing anything. You only burned your gaze at the car until it drove off. Bobby seemed to let out a disappointed sigh as Dean left. You ignore the sound by turning on the radio and leaning back in your seat. You try to get some sleep, but you feel insanely uncomfortable from everything that happened. You decided to just stare out the window and try to keep your mind blank while Bobby drove you to his house.
You spent a week or so with Bobby. You were making him meals, cleaning, and trying to keep busy since caring for Dean wasn't an option. After that time, you went back to going on cases and trying not to think about Dean and how happy he probably was with Lisa and Ben.
Five and a half months in, one night, you had just finished a real rough hunt with two werewolves and no survivors. You were banged up a bit, which only added to the terrible day. You patched yourself up, and you were craving the sound of a joke, maybe even a hand on your shoulder from the one you longed for. Closing your eyes and sighing, you headed to the nearest bar. Despite you never really liking the bar scene, somehow you felt like today was a day to drink. You took down a few shots. You weren't a lightweight, so you drank and drank and drank. When you were feeling just a little too over the edge, you had half a mind to find the most attractive person in the bar and take them back to where you resided. Instead, you ended up buying two bottles of whiskey and heading back to the motel. You chugged down your glass and stared at your cell phone. Even though you wanted to call Dean, you scrolled up to Bobby’s name; however, you remembered him telling you that he was in need of rest, so you put the phone back down. You turned on the music to some random stations, but it the songs that come on only made you miss Dean more. You laid down on the foot of the bed, and you let your head hang upside down off the bed. You stared at your phone as it lays on the table. You cover your eyes with your hands. Your mind drifts to a memory.
After getting the supplies into the impala, you notice tension going right back into Dean’s body. Him and Sam had been fighting about who knows what, and you knew it hurt Dean. After Dean put the bag in the backseat, you stood in front of the driver’s door. Dean motioned for you to move over. You just shook your head at him with a smile. He rolled his eyes at you and tossed you onto his shoulder. In response, all you could say was, “Oof!”
“That’s whatcha get.” You could hear the smile in his words. Suddenly, you blurted out,
“What’s skeleton’s favorite food?”
“Are you kidding me?” He put you down to look at you and give you an unimpressed look.
“Guess. Guess.” You nudged him playfully with your below.
“Ribs…” You laughed out by yourself and stopped, abruptly, as you saw him stoic. “Nothing? Alright how about this one...What did the sushi say to the bee?”
“That doesn’t make any sense?”
“I don’t know. What did the sushi say?” He waited uninterested in the answer.
“Wassabee.” A smile rose on his lips and started to burst out laughing, and he commented, “Okay that was good.”
“I’m gonna do an old one you might know it. What do you call a pig that does karate?” He smiled at the familiarity of and knowledge of the questions. Synchronized, you both say, “A pork Chop!” and both make a chopping gesture.
“Okay. I’ve got one.” Dean stood up to prepare himself and said, “What do you call an alligator in a vest?”
“This sounds familiar...I can’t think of the answer. Give me a second…Uh...”
“An investigator.” You laughed along with him. You were both dying laughing at this point and started to hiccup, which only made Dean laugh harder. As you both lose a little of your breath , you stop laughing and try to remember how to breathe. Dean lets out a small chuckle and says, “It felt good to laugh.”
“Course it does.” you reply, and he just hugs you. The hug seemed to draw on, and you weren’t completely sure what to expect and tried to pull off; however, he seemed to hold a bit. “Uh...Dean?” He pulls off and sheepishly says, “My bad…It’s been a while.” You burst out laughing at him, and his cheeks tint a shade of pink.
“A while for what?” You quirk your eyebrow at him.
“Ya weirdo...Does it smell nice?” You ask and smell your own hair. His hand touches the end of your hair and twists it a little bit and says, “It does. Now, tell me, the curiosity is killing me.” His eyes on you as he just sees you. He’s just utterly beautiful.
As you're drawn out of your daydream, all you see are his emerald eyes. His dazzling smile. His arms around you. The way his laugh entranced and urged you to make him laugh even more. Suddenly, you were sobbing. The tears falling down your forehead, seeping into your hair, and landing on the ground. You could swear a puddle was formed from your tears as you’ve held them back for so long. You suddenly feel more drunk from the crying. Then, you can’t remember the rest of the night.
In the morning, you woke up to your head pulsating. Your whole body sore from both the hunt and the emotional strength having a physical reaction. You let out a small sigh as you try to take in what you remembered from the night before. Your hands find the strength to touch your face; the tear stains are clearly textured across your face. You decide you’ll give yourself a little more time before you will force yourself to pull it together. When you’ve laid there long enough, your eyes meet the clock to see it was five pm. You rose from the bed with a groan and stretched your body. You circle the room with your gaze to see the damage: you see the blood on the floor, broken glass, and your phone in disconnected pieces. You rush to the bathroom to see you head in fact has dried blood running down the side. You reach out to touch it and let out and wince. You decide to clean up the mess of a room you made. First getting rid of the class; then, you cleaned up the blood. You walked over to your phone on the other side of the room. Despite not remembering what happened, you knew you had to have thrown it against the wall. You sighed as you inspected the phone. Your morning felt a little bit better as the phone's parts were just disconnected, but it still worked. After putting the phone back into its respected pieces, you gently lay the phone down onto the table in the room. While making your way to the bathroom, you removed your clothes until you were naked and in the shower. You let the water wash over you. At first, you feel a bit of pain from your head wound as the dried blood comes off. Then, you suddenly felt your mood rise a little bit. Something about a shower felt so cleansing. Almost like you could clean the day before, off of yourself. Almost. You shake your head as the negative thoughts try to snake their way to the surface, and you try to focus on the pleasant smells from the shampoo and body wash. When you finished, you were quick to change. Then, you prepare your first aid kit in front of the bathroom mirror. You inspect the wound to see it’s not that bad. You add ointment and a bandage before you brush your teeth. While brushing your teeth, your brushing motions stop as you suddenly ponder how you even made it to bed last night since you didn’t remember anything else after falling. You immediately walked over to your phone while slowly brushing your teeth. You pulled up your call logs to see your left voicemails. You click on it, and your voice plays on the message, “Is this the right number?...Has to be...Heyyy! *hiccups* Your eyes are really pretty...Well, they were because I don’t see them, but they technically still are...What am I saying? You actually have pretty everything if I’m being honest. *hiccups*Not the point...How are you doing? Who am I kidding? You're probably happy. That’s good.” The message clicks, and you click the next message. “It’s good. It is just-Wish I could make you that happy because I love you...Love love you. I miss you more and more and more….My bestest friend.” You can hear your terrible sobs for a few painful seconds before the next message. You sound oddly happier in your words as you say, “Ignore everything I just said. You're not supposed to know. I’m drunky drunk, so it's whatevers...Love you-I mean miss you. *hiccups* Be happy.” Quickly, you bang your head pretty roughly on the table and look at your screen again. You palm your forehead. “What have I done? He-” You stop speaking as you see the name for the contact, Sam. You stand from your seat and feel relieved. However, your eyes go wide as you see one of the voice messages got to Bobby. You click on it and hope it can't be worse than the other ones. You click play, “I hated how we ended things...specifically ending at all. Wish I had said so much...*hiccups*love talk...Dean-*hiccups*.” The thing you can think to say in response to everything was, “Well, shit...” It wasn’t too bad, but Bobby will not leave you alone if you don't address it. He already has his suspicions. You really didn't want to have to think about Dean once more. You finish brushing your teeth. You pack up your bags and start making your way to Bobby’s. As you drive you try to remember anything from the night before. Since it seemed futile, you decided to just think about how to explain yourself to Bobby. You hurried to his door and banged on it a little too hard. He opened the door with a seemingly panicked expression. While you didn’t know why, you glossed over that as Bobby didn't seem to know anything about the voicemail. With that thought, you find yourself asking, “You mind if I check out your phone?”
“For anything in particular?” You search his expression for any tells that he knows why you're here, but he doesn't give anything off. You quickly lie, “I banged my phone a little too hard yesterday. I think something is wrong with it. You and me have the same model, so let me just see.” He just nods. You walk over to his phone and hold onto it. You are about to turn it on when Bobby says, “You wouldn't happen to be here to delete that voice message about loving Dean.” You tense up and say, “Crap” under your breath. He lets out a small chuckle.
“You were hammered, huh? How much did you drink yesterday?”
“Too much. Look, what you heard isn’t and is what it sounds like...I do love Dean because he’s my best friend. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“You came here to tell me not to make a big deal about your feelings for Dean by coming all the way over here yourself? You do realize that only makes it look like what it looks like.”
“Crap.” He lets out a laugh.
“I’m me, so I knew I was right.”
“Oh please, you're obvious.”
“Are to. Anyone with a set of eyes besides Sam and Dean would be able to see it.”
“The only reason Sam never said anything is because he doesn't know. He’s too busy worrying about things like the apocalypse. Dean, on the other hand, he’s just oblivious to your obvious.”
“Well…” A blush creeps onto your cheek, and your left speechless. Bobby looks to the time on his watch, and another panicked expression leaves his face. He hurriedly says, “Yeah. Great that we got that shorted. Now, go on your way.”
“Go on my way?” He doesn’t respond instead he practically shoves you out the door, and you plant your feet firmly on the ground to stop them from skidding. You hold the door open and turn to Bobby and ask, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m just busy.”
“Busy? Interesting. You're too busy, but you aren't to busy to forcefully make me leave?”
“I-” The door to Bobby’s kitchen opens. You are quick to walk over. Your eyes meet the tall frame of someone you never thought you’d see again.
“Sam?” You slap yourself gently as you look to him as you thought maybe you were still a little drunk or something. He gives you a nonchalant wave and simply says, “Hi.”
“Sam!” You rush forward and hug onto him. You pull away slightly and say, “Why did no one tell me about this?! Why didn’t Dean…” You look at Bobby and Sam’s expressions. You remove yourself from Sam. “He doesn't know...How long have you been here, Sam?”
“Five months and a half.”
“Five and a half months?!” You send a glare Bobby’s way. He doesn't let you waste your breath as he answers the question he knows you’ll ask and responds, “I’ve known the whole time.”
“Are you serious, Bobby?!” You ask.
“I knew the whole time when you stayed with me.”
“How could you just do that?!” You hit one of the chairs in the kitchen down.
“I’m sorry…” You hold up a finger to him and dart your eyes to Sam with a cold expression and ask, “What’s your reason?”
“Honestly, I didn’t need you to know or want you to.”
“What?” You are completely confused at the frank statement. He sits down in his seat unbothered by your offense. And continues to say, “You were probably going to tell Dean. I didn’t want that. You being best friends and all, ain't that right, drunky drunk?” Your gasp and realize the added issue to your plate.
“What are you talking about?” Bobby asks. You feel a weird vibe off of Sam with how he’s acted in the past few minutes. You don't mention it as you can only assume it’s a side effect from hell and firmly say, “Nothing.” Bobby's shrugs and heads out to get groceries, which leaves you alone with Sam. “How are you?”
“But, like fine or like I'm not, but I’ll say I am.”
“Even though telling him, it could get him right back to your side. You’d have a chance to tell him everything you’ve been holding back from.” You give him a confused look and ask, “Are you suggesting I do that?”
“That’s not really an important thing to answer. It’s not up to me whether I suggest it or not, you're the one that’s got to act or keep doing what you have been, nothing.”
“It is important that you’d say that actually.”
“Uh...Because If I wasn’t supposed to know because I might tell Dean, why would you even let there be a trickle of inspiration on my part since I could ruin it like you said.”
“It doesn't really matter now, does it? You know. Whatever happens, happens.”
“Okaaay…What have you been doing all this time?”
“Just hunting like always.”
“That’s actually why I was here. Needed a little help.”
“Need some help? I just finished a case a few days ago.”
“Sure. Sure.” After helping Sam find out more about his monster, he offered you to come with him, which you did. You ended up finding out about how there are more hunters from the Winchester bloodline. Even after that hunt, you stayed hunting together for a bit. You thought Sam was weird yet the same. As you did more and more hunts, you just ignored it and got along with this new-same Sam. After a few good hunts, you go back to solo hunting. However, by now it had been a whole year since Sam had gone into and came out of the pit. You were dropping by Bobby's house to drop by some herbs for him since he needed help with some spell. As your car pulls up to the front, you see an unfamiliar car in the front. You get inside to see Bobby leaning against the far side wall to the opening of the kitchen. You stop in the hallway as the wall blocks your view from the kitchen. You point out to the front with your thumb and say, “Uhmm...Whose care is that?”
“Shit I forgot I called you.” Bobby said.
“Is it S-” You stop speaking as Dean comes out from the side of the door. You jump to the side not believing your eyes, which gives you a view of Sam and Dean in the kitchen. You meet Sam’s eyes. You think, Instantly, you blurt out lies and a performance to say “Sam?! What are you doing here?! Dean?! What are you doing here?!” As you do a bad job, Dean stares you down angrily and barks, “Real convincing!” at you. You look to the ground not meeting his eyes. “You knew the whole time?!” You snap your head up and say, “No! Just about...6 months.” You tense up knowing that excuse changed nothing.
“I can't believe you!” He pointed at you, and he stormed out to the lot of cars. You rushed after him. You grab his shoulder as he strides away, and he removes your hand like it burns. In exchange, all you can feel is the cold off of him.
“I wanted to tell you, but it was better for you to be-”
“Don’t you dare say happy!”
“I was just telling Bobby and Sam that it wasn't sunshine and lollipops! I had issues and nightmares.“
“You’re unbelievable…You don’t even feel bad.”
“I do! But, that was worth it if you have some kind of good living out of it. Don’t you dare tell me I don't feel bad!”
“You of all people...lying? To me? I thought you were the only one in the world that says what they mean and means it. How could I ever think we were best friends? I mean to think this was the best thing for me. Should I be grateful? The oh so top tier, Y/N, of all that is virtue. So selfish.” Your eyes suddenly burn with fury instead of sadness. You poke at his chest roughly as you yell, “You were out! You were with a woman you loved and who loved you! Even with the nightmares, at last you were safe and had some kind of love! It’s not supposed to be perfect! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you-You have the nerve to think I’m a terrible friend?! For this?! To think I’m selfish?! Me?! You have no idea how much time, energy, love, and tears I’ve-There’s pain to be had through all of this! You don’t get to-”
“I don’t want to hear it. Clearly, you were trying to get rid of me. Don’t act like you were doing a good thing here.” He states and starts walking back inside.
“Get your ass back here Winchester!” He doesn’t waver one bit. You reach forward, but your body gives out as you feel like it was all over. You had just lost your best friend. Tears you didn't know you had trickled down, but you keep trying to wipe them away before they can fall all the way down your face. You start to hyperventilate. The air goes into your lungs at an abnormal pace that it hurts, and you try to calm yourself down and not pass out. Sobs and harsh breaths fill the empty lot. The sobs and breaths ceasing after a good hour. You go back inside seemingly fine. You see Lisa, Ben, and Bobby. Bobby sits up in his seat and says, “The boys left.”
“It’s not a good idea to go.”
“They need all the help they can get.”
“Sam said he was bringing the Campbell-Winchester family squad.” You go for your bag, but Bobby’s hands lay on top of yours.
“What?!” You ask. Bobby wipes one of the tray tears from earlier.
“Just stay here. I needed your help anyway.”
“Fine. Dean doesn't want my help? Fine. Idiot.” You help Bobby with the spell, and Dean and Sam come back after a few hours. You don’t bother looking up. Since you learned something new from the spell you did with Bobby, you were adding information to your hunter journal. You zone out anything that could possibly be happening to the point where you’d gone deaf from anything that was said in your proximity. You feel eyes on you, but you refuse to react no matter how much you want to. A familiar hand plants down on your notebook. You let out a sigh, but you don’t look up. In a surprisingly soft voice, Dean says, “Let's talk out back…”
“If it’s anything like the last conversation, no thanks. I really don’t need any of that rehashed. Your point is clear, stay away.” You stare at your pen with laser focus. He hand stops on top of yours, which makes you flinch a little. Almost like a whimper he says, “Please…” You get your hand out of his grasp and walk to the lot.
You guys stand out far like last time. You assume there is more screaming to be had. He stands far back from you like you're some kind of animal going to prey on him. “Lisa and Ben are gone...Listen, I told Lisa that it was over.” You give him a confused look and try to get a word in of protest. However, you don’t get the chance as he lets out a small laugh and says, “You’d have noticed me tell her if you weren't so stubborn to ignore my existence.”
“Dean, you shouldn't have done th-”
“You’re better at lying than I thought.” It caught your attention, and you met his eyes. You wanted to hold back and end this already as your heart was in so much pain already. Without vigor you say, “Do not bring up Sam again. I-”
“Not just that. I’m goddamn angry you lied about way more than that...” You thought it was weird that he was being so calm. Confused, you ask, “What are you talking about?”
“You know…” You found yourself yelling, “Stop with this just tell me!” Dean holds up a phone in his hands. “Wha-”
“I hear quite a few things from a far too drunk you…” You just shake your head at him and he asks, “How long?”
“Yes, it does.” He steps forward removing a lot of distance between you.
“All this lying I deserve the truth! Truth time, how long?!”
“I don’t know!” Your knees give out, and you crouch. He gets on his knees and puts a hand on your shoulder. You stand up with all your strength and look at him as he rises and you say, “I don’t know how long. Long, okay?! Is that what you want to hear?! It means nothing! You're never gonna feel the same!”
“You may not have Lisa anymore, but if not her...It’s going to be someone else. I’ve accepted that. Can we-Can we stop talking about this?....” He reaches out to you, but you shove his hand away. You had a feeling you’d break even more if you allowed his comfort. He would be doing it as a friend and nothing more. Right now, you didn't need nor want that.
“Y/n...that’s not-” You held your hand up and said firmly and sadly, “Don’t. You’ll try to make me feel better about this with a joke or a downplay. Just leave it, Dean...This is hurting enough as it is.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“God, you're annoying! Of course I couldn’t say anything! And, after today, there’s no reason to ever talk about this again.” His hand grabbed onto your wrist. In response, you can only ball your hand in a fist as you couldn’t believe you were here, and you weren’t strong enough to pull away.
“Why?” He gives you a sad look and tears in his eyes. He bites onto his lip and waits for you to say something.
“I could never tell you…”
“Because...Because, to think you feel the same, that’s just naive. To jeopardize our friendship? I could never do that to you. I’m-I was your closest friend. If things ended badly-I'd just hate the thought of you not having someone to be there to comfort, care, and love you. That thought was worse than any of the pain that came from keeping it all in. “ He let out a dry chuckle. “You’re laughing at me?” He stepped forward once more to be closer. In one swift movement after removing his hand from your wrist, he caresses the side of your face with both hands and kissed you. You're taken aback, so your body doesn't let you do anything else but melt. Heat spreading all over your body. Tears spilled from both of your eyes. You give him a sad look not understanding. He gives you a smile in return. He lays his forehead against yours and you flinch just slightly. He removes his hands from your face and puts them on your arms as he glides down to hold both your hands. “Wow, you're oblivious. Do you know why I was so upset at you for lying? Obviously, there’s the lying, but what you don’t know is...I love you, Y/N.” In a stable-ish voice, you ask, “Oh, you love me?” He responds by intertwining his hands with yours. “You love me. Bro, you actually just said that to me. Like for real, for real...You love me!”
Within the surprise, you find a bright smile on your lips. Before You know it you are hugging him desperately. He let out a chuckle. You feel his smile against your neck. He holds the back of your hand with one hand lovingly while his other arm is wrapped around you.
“You mind saying it back? I mean I’m naked here, emotionally and all that...I’d like to hear it when you're sober.” You let out a small laugh and say, “I love you, Dean Winchester.” You stay in comfortable silence. It’s a bubble full of warmth and nothing could ruin your moment together.
Hope you day got a little better
