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Sparks Fly (DeanWinchesterxreader)

"Come on, Sammy! Dean! Don't tell me you've never celebrated The Fourth before!", you plead.

"We have once, as kids, but that's it", Dean responds, taking another swig from his beer. He is laying on the hotel bed as Sam types away on his laptop like usual.

"Well, then that is going to change. Give me some cash, I'm going to the store", you announce, holding out your hand to Dean. He raises an eyebrow with an amused smirk, "You really are determined to get us to celebrate tonight, aren't you?"

You nod, "Its fireworks, Dean! Blowing stuff up! I thought you'd like that"

He chuckles and looks at his brother, Sam, "What do you say, Sammy?"

Sam looks up from his screen and sighs, "What the hell, right? There are no cases and you complained more than once of being bored out of your mind"

You grin as Dean looks back to you, "Alright, you win. Let's get some fireworks"

With a high pitched squeal, you do a tiny little happy dance and crush Dean in a hug, "Thank you!"

Dean laughs, his chest moving up and down, and hugs you back, "You're welcome, Girly"

You glare playfully at them, "I told you not to call me that, Pieface"

He sticks his tongue out at you and pushes you off of him, making you land on your butt on the floor beside the bed. You simply laugh and grab the keys from the table and out the hotel door to the impala.

"Hey! I'm driving, (Y/N)! Only I drive Baby!", Dean calls, running after you. Sam chuckles, shaking his head and continues to type away on his laptop. Dean runs out the door and finds you grinning at him from the driver's seat.

He growls and tries to open the door, but finds it locked. Not going as far as to break the window, he walks over to the passenger side, getting in. You smile triumphantly at him, "Ha."

Dean gives you a mischievous look, making you worried. All of a sudden, he grabs your waist and with one pull, drags you swiftly out of the driver's seat and he hops in, placing you in the passenger's seat. You pout at him, crossing your arms.

"Ha.", he replies, mocking you. He starts the car and together you drive to the store not so far from your hotel and you both get out of the car, walking into the store.

"What kinds of fireworks do we get?", Dean asks, overwhelmed by the amount available in stock. You shrug and pick up a cool looking firework set, "Just grabs whatever looks good"

Being the flirty one, Dean wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. A blush invades your cheeks, "Dean... what are you doing?"

He looks down at you, grinning, "You said grab whatever looks good"

You blush harder, but play it off, getting out of his grip and roll your eyes at him, "Just get some fireworks, Mr. McFlirty"

Dean laughs, "Mr. McFlirty?!"

"Oh shush, it needs work, I know"

He laughs again and this time you join in. Then you split off for a bit on the hunt for the best fireworks.

A couple minutes later, you meet at the cashier and pay for the fireworks. Dean also bought some beer. You guys go back to the hotel to pick up Sammy. Dean then drives the impala to the middle of an unowned field to set of your jackpot of fireworks.

Dean sets up a bunch in a row and he lights a match, "Ready, guys?", he asks.

"Ready", you and Sam say, ready to run if the explosion is bigger than you guys thought. Dean smiles and lights the fuse, but when it reaches the end, nothing happens.

Dean's smile falls along with your's, "Maybe we did something wrong?", you suggest just as the delayed reaction finally comes and the fireworks go off. Being caught off guard, you scream and run away with Dean and Sam on your tail. You all make it a couple yards away from the fireworks before stopping and laughing at the freaked out moment.

"Nice running, Girly!", Dean comments and you laugh, "Oh shut your cakehole! You ran, too!"

Sam smiles knowingly at the both of you, knowing the secret that the both of you have. You have a crush on Dean, a huge one and you didn't know it, but Dean had one on you too, ever since you helped them on a wendigo hunt.

You, Sam ,and Dean sit on the hood of the impala, watching the fireworks explode above you. The colored lights illuminate Dean's face and you find him even more handsome when he is as carefree as he is now. He's always so tense, being the big brother, keeping up the family business, and trying to keep everyone safe. It can be hard on anyone, but right now, if you didn't know him, you would mistake him for being just a normal, happy guy on the Fourth.

You didn't realize you were staring at him until he looks away from the fireworks and smirks at you, "See something you like?", he teases. You blush, thankful that it is hidden in the little light of the night.

You make no response as Sam gets up, "I'm going to go light some more, be right back" He heads off leaving you and Dean alone.

Sitting in silence, it becomes slightly awkward, at least for you, sitting next to your secret crush, alone. Then he breaks it.

"You never answered my question", he says. You raise an eyebrow.

"Question?", you ask. He sighs, "If you see something you like"

Once again you blush and say nothing, looking at the ground,so he continues, "Because I see something that I like" Your head snaps up to look at Dean only to be met with a set of lips. Dean's lips. His chapped yet soft lips are pressed gently against yours and it only takes a millisecond for you to return the gesture.

You feel him smirk and the kiss becomes a little more passionate with your hand tangled in his hair and his hand around your waist, the other against the hood to keep his balance. Suddenly the fireworks go off again and a voice clears his throat.

"Sweet, Dean, but thought you didn't like chick flick moments", Sam comments causing you to blush and break the kiss. Dean glares at him, "I have no comment to that"

That makes you and Sam laugh and soon Dean does too. You kiss Dean on the cheek and he intertwines your hand in his. Resting your head on his shoulder and smiling, you watch the fireworks explode overhead.

Best. Fourth. Ever.