Request for my lovely followers and readers,
Brookemcceaa and
Lilli_Owl
Enjoy ;)
Dean sat in the library with a sheet of paper in front of him, he felt it stupid but entirely necessary to write this out. He titled his page,
"All the Things I love about you"
About 6 months ago, Dean and his brother Sam had rescued a young woman named (Y/N). Since then, they couldn't shake her. She was in the hunter life, and excelling in it.
And around 2 and half months in to her staying with them, Dean slowly began realizing just how much he liked her. And now here he was writing a list of things he loved about her.
Sam walked into the library without Dean taking any notice of him. Sam glanced over his brothers shoulder...
"Dude, I hope to god this is about (Y/N) and not me,"
"It's not about you stupid," Dean retorted, trying to cover the page. But Sam swiped it, and gave it a once over.
"You sure Dean? I mean come on. I've got great hair," Sam laughed shaking his long brown locks.
"Shut up Rapunzle," Dean said, snatching the page back from his brother. "You're right, it's for (Y/N),"
"Ooooh! Someone's in LOOOOVE!"
"Sam if you don't shut the fu-"
Just then the heavy bunker door swung open. "Guys I'm back," (y/n) called into the large entry way.
Dean looked at Sam who was making all shots of childishly inappropriate faces at Dean. She walked into the library just as Sam melted into a sickly sweet smile that wouldn't be noticed unless in on the joke.
"Hey boys," she said, holding shopping bags in either hand.
"Hi, (Nickname)," Sam said coyly. (Y/n) looked at him Dean with a "Da F is wrong with him" face. Dean smiled and shook his head.
"Well, ugh, anyways. I'm gonna go start dinner. I bought something special for dessert," she said, looking intently at Dean.
Later that evening after a exceptionally good dinner, (y/n) didn't lie. She got Dean's favorite food of all time. Pie!
Sam had excused himself, saying no thank you to the pie and giving Dean a face that confused (y/n).
When (y/n) turned around, Dean made a face back and gave him the slit throat motion. Quickly going back to a respectful smile when Sam left and (y/n) turned around.
They sat on the couch watching a movie, and eating their pie. (Y/n) leaned forward and put her dirty plate on the coffee table, then took Dean's and placed it on top of hers.
She then did something that made Dean's heart drum a little faster. She leaned back into his chest and continued to watch the movie.
Dean placed the "suave" card, and draped his arm over her shoulder. When the movie ended, she shifted slightly to look up at him.
"Alright, my turn to pick a movie," she smiled, before getting up. Dean felt a sort of loss, when her smaller form and body heat disappeared.
She disappeared into the other room, and came back with one of her favorites. Anastasia.
"Again?" Dean asked.
"Yes, again! It's my favorite," she said hugging the plastic movie box to her chest.
Dean pretended to roll his eyes, "Only for you (nickname)," he said.
"Yay!" She said dancing over to the DVD player. Much to Dean's enjoyment, she laid back against his chest once more to watch the movie.
By the end of the movie, it was pretty late and (y/n)'s eyes were closed. Dean didn't want to move, how often did the girl he love lay on him like this? But he didn't think she would stay like this comfortably all night.
Dean stroked some of her (h/c) hair.
"Oh, (nickname)," he whispered to himself. "I'll figure out how to tell you someday..."
She didn't open her eyes when she asked, "Tell me what?"
Dean gave a little gasp.
"Ugh, nothing (y/n),"
"Come on Dean," she said rolling over in his lap, with her eyes still closed. "Out with it,"
Dean finally gave up trying to hide it. "(Y/n), I think you are the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Your hair is very soft, kinda like a kittens. And I really like it. I dunno if it's some special shampoo or product or maybe it's just naturally like that,"
(Y/n) opened her eyes, and looked at him. He continued.
"Your skin is the same way. I love it when I hold your hand or get a hug from you for whatever reason. Your hands and arms they're so smooth. I don't get it... I mean look at you. Your eyes, even when you're mad at me, or upset, or frustrated. They always have this kind of colorful sparkle to them. I've seen a lot of people with (e/c) in my time but none so unique as yours,"
Dean looked down at (y/n) who was looking up at him in utter shock and amazement.
"And this, I can't am get over this," he picked up one of your hands. The nails cut short but perfectly painted and nice shade of purple.
"What is it you always say?" Dean asked laughing to himself, playing gently with the tips of her fingers. "Of course I paint my nails. I'm a fuckin' lady," Dean laughed, "love it. I love it. It's just so perfect,"
"You notice all these little things about me?" She whispered.
"Yeah... I do. I notice all these little things, because to me they aren't so little. They make you special, and different from all the other girls in the world,"
(Y/n) smiled, as Dean kept talking.
"Anyone in the universe can have (e/c) eyes like you, but none of them will have the perfect way your shaded or have the exact same smile as you,"
"Wow... Dean, I never knew..."
Dean stopped short.
"I..... I'm sorry (y/n). You probably didn't want to hear all this from me,"
"And why not?" She countered, sitting up but still on his lap. "It's the most wonderful and genuine thing I've ever heard... Coming from anyone really... But it's worth it's way in gold, coming from you,"
