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Preference: First I Love You

Dean:

"I just don't think you should go!" You told Dean loudly, trying to stay calm.

"And why not? We go hunting all the time. This is no different." He yelled back.

You shook your head.

"You know damn why, Dean. This is dangerous, even for you and Sam."

This time he shook his head.

"We'll be fine. Why do you worry so much? Back off." He said bitterly.

You bit your lip, your eyes watering.

"Fine, go. But I won't be waiting for you when you get back." You said, your voice shaking.

Dean just growled and left the motel room. He jumped into the impala where Sam was waiting, and they took off.

That's when the tears began. They streamed down your face as you packed up all your stuff. What didn't Dean get?

You'd think, instead of yelling at his girlfriend, he'd try to reassure her. But no.

Well now he didn't have to worry about any of it. You were leaving. You couldn't do it anymore.

You screamed in frustration before slipping to the ground.

You must have passed out at some point, because the next thing you knew, you were being shaken awake.

"(Y/N!)" It was Dean, yelling your name.

You swatted at him, standing up. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them.

"Don't touch me, Dean. I'm leaving. You said-"

You were cut off by Dean wrapping you in a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n)."

You were speechless. One moment, he was mad and angry, the next he was kind and considerate. What were you supposed to say? That you forgave him?

"What?" Was all you managed to get out.

And then Dean was cupping your face, he was kissing you, he was running his hands through your hair.

You were surprised at first, but you quickly threw away any question on his motives.

"I'm so sorry." He said again as he pulled away.

"Why, Dean?" You asked breathlessly.

"The hunt........" He drifted off.

"Shhhh." You put a finger to his lips.

"It's ok, Dean. You don't have to." You said softly.

He smiled a bit, staring into your eyes. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I love you." He said suddenly, his eyes seeming to glow in the darkness of the motel room.

Your breathing hitched and your lips fell open.

"I love you too, Dean Winchester."

Sam:

Sam had taken you to your favorite place; the library. And not the library in the bunker, which was full of myth and lore.

You loved books. The smell, the feeling of turning each page. You loved every bit about it. As you ran your hand along the bookshelves, Sam smiled at you. He loved your love for books.

As you saw Alice In Wonderland on the shelf, you squealed. You were currently wearing converse high tops, decorated in the Alice in Wonderland print you'd pained on them. You'd loved this story since you were a little girl.

Maybe it was the fact you shared her bright blonde hair, or that you dreamed of adventure.
You grabbed the book and turned towards Sam, excitement bubbling within you.

"Have I told you how much I love this book?" You exclaimed to him, waving the novel around in the air. You had, in fact, told Sam dozens of times. But Sam loved to hear you talk about it, so he shook his head.

"Come sit and tell me all about it." He said, leading you over to a cluster of tables off in the corner of the library.

You skipped in excitement towards a comfortable looking couch, Sam joining you. You opened the book, reading to him your favorite excerpts. You talked and talked and talked. About everything, from the white rabbit to the mad hatter.

At one point you were in the middle of explaining the beautiful flower people when you looked up to Sam. He was staring down at you with a giant smile, his eyes sparkling.

"What?" You said, blushing.

He shrugged, still smiling.

"I must be boring you." You said, closing the book.

"I'm just rattling on and on. Oh jeez I'm sorry it's just once I get started I-"

He cut you off with a quick kiss.

"I love you." He said as he pulled away.

You sat in shock as a smile creeped onto your face.

"I love you too." You said, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your head into his chest.

He leaned down into your ear so only you could hear him.

"I love you, my Alice In Wonderland."

Castiel:

You had been in awe of Cas ever since Dean had introduced you two. Cas had immediately blurted out that he though you were beautiful, and you knew right then.

A couple months later, you laid on the ground outside with your angel. It was dark, and you were stargazing. You felt the tickle of the grass on your ears, the feeling of Castiel's rough hand in yours.

You pointed up at stars, telling Cas which ones were your favorite.

"It's so beautiful." You murmured happily.

"Yes, it is indeed beautiful." Cas repeated. You looked over and he was staring at you.

You blushed, looking back to the skies.

"Do Angels have stories of the stars?" You asked, enjoying the cool breeze that blew through the air.

He nodded. He began the tales, pointing to each star as he talked about how the stars were made, crafted at the hands of the Angels.

At that moment, a shooting star went by, and you gasped.

"What is it?" He asked, eyes does furrowed.

"A shooting star!" You pointed it out to Cas.

"Make a wish!" You closed your eyes. You had nothing to wish for, however. You had everything you'd ever need.

"I love you."

Your eyes snapped open, looking over to Castiel. Did he just...?

He stared into your eyes as a smile grew on your face.

"I love you too." You said, leaning in to give your angel a kiss.

"I wished to tell you I love you, so I did." He explained.

"That is how it works, yes?"

You laughed, nodding your head.

"Yes, my angel. That's how it works."