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I woke up by hearing Dean clearing his throat. My eyes shut open, only realizing how close Dean was to my face. I could feel his breath heating up my cheeks. He had a smirk planted on his face like always, and looked me right into my eyes.

"Um, what's going on?" I asked between the awkward staring. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Dean asked with a smirk full of hope. My heart started racing fast, "Are you okay, Dean?" I asked with an awkward chuckle. "I'm fine! Actually, I've never been so happy before!" He said, over-excited. "If you were a new hamburger at McDonalds, you would be McGorgeous." He added. My cheek became even more red and I tried to avoid eye contact so he didn't notice. "And I would definitely eat it." He continued, "wait that sounded a bit weird.." I laughed at his adorableness, even though it was all kinda awkward.

I cleared my throat, giving him signals to back off a bit, so I could get up. "Did a witch put a spell on you again?" I asked. It did actually happen, and he suddenly fell in love with Castiel. We killed the bitch, but Dean could never look at Castiel the same. I remember rolling around the floor while laughing. Gosh, I missed those days.

"What? Why?" He asked, sounding a bit offended. "Well, you are kinda flirting with me." I said with a laugh, trying not to make it awkward; which I failed miserably at. "Well fine, if you think that low about me." He said and walked away, dissapointed.

I stood there, confused as hell.

What the hell just happened? He must have been put on a spell, right? Why else would he be flirting with me?

I heard a door being closed and a familiar voice appearing. "Hey guys." Sam said as he came to sight. "What's going on with Dean?" I asked as soon as I saw him. "Oh, about that..." He said while putting the bags full of groceries, on the table. "He, um, has some problems dealing with .. you." I mumbled out a tiny 'what' and felt a pang in my chest.

"Then I want to know why he's flirting with me." I said. "Um, well, you know Dean. One-night stands, ladies and beer. He has changed since he met you." Sam said mumbling the last words out. "Changed? Changed like what?"

One thing the Winchesters sucked at was to give a complete answer.

"He likes you. He likes you like he has never liked anyone before, not even Lisa. Which is weird, because he is Dean Winchester, known to bang every woman he lay his eyes on." He said with a chuckle, but tried to be serious.

"I-I.. I didn't know." Was all I could say. "You should talk to him. He has been worried about you not feeling the same, but I have seen how you look at him." Sam said with the softest voice and smile. I nodded while feeling heat burning up to my cheeks. "I'll talk to him. And thank you. " I said and walked away with a soft chuckle.

I knocked on Dean's bedroom door. It felt like I was being a strict parent, yelling at my child because he was misbehaving himself. It was all weird, knowing that Dean liked me like that. Dean Winchester likes a small girl farmer with no future other than hunting down monsters. I didn't expect this at all.

"Dean?" I asked as I took the change and walked into his bedroom. He was laying in bed, sleeping. I smiled as I looked how cute and dreamy he was. Damn, I have fallen head over heels for him. I decided to lay down next to him. I crawled up in bed with him and snuggled down next to him, without waking him up.

I gently rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes for a brief second.

"Hey... Hannah." I opened my eyes with confusion. Dean was talking in his sleep. I smiled, only stopped when I realized that he said 'Hannah'. My smile cracked and I was about to get out of his bed when I heard his voice again. "Hannah Montana, don't go. I want your.. autograph." He continued with whispering words. I cracked up with laughter, causing Dean to flip awake. "W-What.." He asked, confused because of my loud laughing.

"You dream about Hannah Montana?" I asked him, with in-between laughter. "Um, no I just... What are you doing here anyway?" He asked and rubbed his eyes. I managed to stop laughing even though I didn't want to. "Look, I'm sorry. I just.. didn't ever think you would flirt with me." I said. We both went silent. We didn't even look at each other.

"Is your body from McDonalds? Because I'm lovin' it." I said. I had really no idea why I said it. It just slipped out. Thank God he started laughing. "That must be the cheesiest pick-up-line I've ever heard." He said. "What? It wasn't that bad! And didn't you hear yourself?" I said and laughed along with him.

After finishing the little laugh, it all became awkward, I mean, Dean and I have been friends in a few years and now we are suppose to be cuddling in bed together?

"I'm sorry." He surprisingly added. "For what?" I asked, curious. He looked me right into my eyes. Oh man, his eyes, they were such a beauty. Everything about him is a beauty. "For being too.. I don't know.. weird maybe? It's just that I am not really good with, ehm, feelings." He said. "I know." I said with a smile. "And don't be sorry, because I really don't mind. You know, your pick-up lines are kinda cute." I said and let out a little chuckle.

He smiled bright, without our eye contact breaking off. We didn't say anything. We didn't want to interrupt this moment. It could be our last, you would never know with all this hunting. We were both captured in the freezed moment when we knew; our lips would meet. And so they did.

Every second felt magic. He gently stroke my hair behind my ear without breaking the kiss. I put my hand around his neck and kept my eyes closed.

We slowly broke the kiss off, smiling like idiots while resting our foreheads on each other. "Hey, maybe pick-up lines about McDonalds will be our always." He said with a grin.

A/N

pfffft, of course I didn't spend an hour searching for Mcdonalds pick-up lines. Hope you guys like it, I loved writing it haha. So excuse me, I'll go and see what Misha has been doing on tumblr.