“What the hell, Dean!” you yelled as he pushed you into the passenger seat and slammed the door closed. “You’re being such a shit head!” You thought for a second that perhaps he couldn’t hear you from outside the car, but he paused and looked right at you. His glare was enough to shove you back into the seat, and you held your tongue until he sat beside you.
“You didn’t have to do that! I was fine.” You continued your angered diatribe, gesticulating wildly and growing more annoyed the longer Dean stayed silent. He had bust in on your date, punched the guy in the face, and pulled you through the bar out into the cold night. Your upper arm would surely be bruised by his fingertips, and you could never show your face in this part of Montana again. “You can’t do things like that! Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Dean’s hand tightened around the steering wheel as he tried to expel some of the adrenaline that was still coursing through him. “Y/N, that guy was no good.”
You laughed bitterly. “And how the hell would you know that?”
“Oh, don’t play naive with me.” He turned towards you, his voice raising in annoyance. “He was practically attacking you! Had his hands all over you!”
“It’s called making out. I realize it’s been a while for you, but us fun people do things like that.” You crossed your arms and sat back; temper flaring. “It’s none of your business anyway!”
Dean opened his mouth to yell back, but quickly closed it. He pressed his lips together and looked away, nodding in sarcastic agreement. “None of my business,” he muttered and pushed his key into the ignition. “None of my business, she says.” He started the car. “I come out here and save her ass and it’s none of my business.” He shifted into reverse.
“Save my ass?” you spat. “Who asked you to do that? I was perfectly-” Something in Dean’s face made you pause. Something in the memory of him jerking you away from your date made you stop and think. You looked over at him, and really looked. He turned his eyes to you and his body tensed.
“What are you looking at?”
“Oh my God, Dean. I had no idea.”
His brows furrowed and he cocked his head. “What are you talking about?”
“You like me,” you explained, an unsuppressable grin lighting your face. “You like me, like me.”
“What? No.” Dean shook his head.
You leaned forward and placed a hand on his leg. His eyes fell to it and his cheeks glowed red.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You asked gently.
“Honestly,” he sighed. “You kinda scare me.”
You could not help the laugh that replied for you. “I’m sorry, that’s just ridiculous.” The harder you tried not to laugh, the more you did. Dean shook his head and chuckled along with you, however not really enjoying being laughed at.
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” he said with a frown as you finally calmed down.
“I’m so sorry. Really, I am.” You wiped at your eyes and took a deep breath, still giggling slightly. “How about we go find another bar- ya know, one you haven’t almost killed a guy in- and we have a little chat?”
“OK.” Dean nodded and threw his arm over the seat, turning around to pull out of the parking space. “But you’re buying.”
“Me? You ruined my date,” you scoffed.
“Yeah, and my beer will be your thanks.” Dean smirked and turned the wheel as you hummed in response. “And, you’re welcome.”
“We’ll see how thankful I am later. Dude may have been a creep, but he was a pretty good kisser. You have some heavy competition.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m better.” He winked.
“We’ll just see about that, Mr. Winchester,” you laughed.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling over at you. “We will.”
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