Supernatural Prefrences

Dean

You had known Dean for just over 3 years now. He and Sam had saved your ass while hunting a witch coven. They were trying to recruit you until you had refused to kill a man. Blade to your throat and one really pissed of Witch is what you thought was going to be your last sight.That's when the Winchesters came into your life.

Sam Dean's moose of a brother aggravated the bitch while Dean cut your bounds. You passed out from fear and the next thing you remembered was waking up in the back seat of the Impala.
You'll never forget the way Dean looked that night. Taking a moment to study the face of your saviours through the rear view mirror, you couldn't help but smile at the way his forehead creased in worry and he licked his lips while listening to sam. "She'll be fine Dean...lets just get back the motel and get her some water.."he told his brother. Dean's eyes narrowed as focused on the road.

"she'll come round though, right?They haven't put her under some joojoo spell or something that she'll kill us when she wakes up?" Dean asked running a hand through his short,dirty blonde hair. Sam chuckles slightly.

"No Dean..I'm pretty sure she's just passed out." Dean let out a breathy sigh.

"thank god.." he chuckled. You smiled slightly and closed your eyes again.

The purr of engine coming to a stop is what lured you from your comatose state next. You opened your eyes for a split second to see the brothers getting out of the car. You snapped your eyes shut when you felt the door next to you open and someone pick you up. The smell of aftershave and peppermint took over your senses caused you to nuzzle in closer to whoever it was that was holding you.

"She's freezing...Sammy can you get the door?" You could feel the vibrations of Dean's voice through his chest. Keys rattled as sam opened the door. Dean placed you onto the closest bed.

"We know her name?" Sam asked and Dean shook his head.

"y/n" You mumbled a smile forming on your lips. You let your eyes flutter open and you took a look around the Dim motel room.

"Excuse me?" Sam asked glancing at Dean.

"My name...I'm y/n.." you took a good look at they brothers faces, spots of blood covering they're clothing and cheeks.

"Well..Rowan, I'm Sam. This is my brother Dean." Sam took a step forward and gestured towards Dean.

"Nice to uh..meet you guys...and um..thanks for saving my ass back there..." You replied sitting up and rubbed your neck. You winced forgetting that the blade had pricked your skin.

"Easy there...you uh should sleep some more..been a heck of a day.." Dean replied. You nodded and smiled.

"I'll get you some water.." Sam stated and walked into the kitchen.

"It's Dean right?" You asked as Dean slipped of his trusty brown leather jacket.

"One and only,sweetheart.." He smirked. You giggled.

"Well, 'the one and only'..thanks for carrying me in here.." His eyes widened.

"You were awake?"

"Half and half...but I do remember that you smelled good.." you blushed. God you hated it when you were sleepy..you said the most random, inappropriate things.

"Well uh..thanks.." he smiled. God that's embarrassing.

"Sorry...that's made things uncomfortable..I'm so stupid." You tried to laugh it off.

"relax..you've had a pretty stressful day I guess ahah..just get some rest...and uh...we can talk more in the morning." He replied smiling sweetly.

"Why aren't you freaking out?did you not see those bitches?" You asked giving Dean a questioning look.

"It's all in the job description.." Sam jokes walking in and handed you a glass of water.

"Wait what?"

"We hunt monsters.." Dean States. You blinked at the brothers like they had two heads.

"sure! And I'm Sherlock Holmes!" You exclaimed. Dean chucked. You took a sip of the water. And placed it on the Bedside table. "Well I'm beat so I guess I'll see you in the morning Sherlock..."

You woke to the sound of the motel door closing. Dean walking in smiling, his keys between his teeth and a coffee holder with three cups in his hands. Sam was sitting at the table books surrounding him and his eyes focused on his laptop screen. Goddammit you thought last night was a dream, and your two knights in a shining Impala were a figment of your imagination. "Morning sleeping Beauty...I got you a latte. That okay?" Dean asked as you sat up. You nodded.

"I thought I was dreaming...guess the scooby Doo brothers are real!" you laughed. Sam smiled as Dean handed you your coffee. "thanks." you murmured an Dean winked at you. Did he just wink?!

" Speaking of scooby Doo...Dean I think we might have another case here.."Sam stated and took a sip of his coffee.

"what do we have?"Dean sat down on the set opposite Sam.

"vengeful spirit." he sighed and you sunk back onto the bed.

"Well damn...I though the ghost busters were just movies..." You joked. Dean looked at you and smirked.

"what do you say sweet cheeks?"he asked. You choked on your coffee.

"what are you saying?" you asked standing up.

"Wanna come a hunting trip with the 'scooby Doo brothers'?"
Three years later, that memory never fails to make you smile. You turn to Dean his lips are slightly parted and he's breathing softly.

"Stop staring.."he murmurs his eyes slowly opening.

"Well can you blame me?"you laugh. He pulls you closer to him and pulls the covers over you both. "What you thinking about?"he asks.

"The night you and sam saved my ass..."you smile.

"when you passed out like a sissy over the witches?"he chuckles and lifts his hand to pretend he's fainting. You hit his chest.

"shut up!" You can't help but smile at him. "Thank you for taking me on that hunt..." you smile lovingly at him, kissing his cheek.

"Which one?" he kisses you lightly.

"The first one, the vengeful spirit." He smiles at you.

"Well we got to see you in action, Sherlock.."he kisses you again and after you sigh happily, laying your head into his chest.

"I really am glad I met you Winchester..."