Supernatural Preferences

He Asks You to Be His Girlfriend 1

This is three months after your second meeting

Dean- You were coming back from a long day at your job. You walked into your house, not expecting anyone to be there. You pulled up to your house and saw a black Impala sitting in the driveway. You smiled because you knew it was Dean and he could always make you laugh. You and him had become close friends since the time you had met almost three months ago.

You walked into the house and took off your coat. You hung it up in the closet by the front door. You heard the TV on, so you walked into the living room. You expected to see Dean sitting on the couch drinking a beer. He wasn't there.

You heard music blasting from somewhere as if Dean had just turned the radio up. You could hear him belting music and it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. You went into the kitchen. You saw Dean frying something in a pan on the stove.

You stood in the doorway, just watching Dean make something, most likely dinner. You recognized the song playing as Back in Black by AC/DC. You loved this song and started to sing along with Dean. You were belting it with him and he must have heard you because he turned around with the pan in his hand.

He looked kind of sheepish. "You weren't supposed to be home yet."

You shrugged. "I can leave again if you want me to."

He shook his head. "Of course I don't want you to leave."

You smiled at him. "What are you making?"

He looked sheepishly at you again. "Dinner."

You laughed at the expression on his face. "I didn't know you could cook."

He shrugged. "I'm a bachelor. I've learned to do things like cooking and laundry by myself."

You nodded. "Understandable."

He looked down at the pan still in his hand and went back to cooking it. You walked over next to him and stood leaning against the sink. He glanced over at you. "Rough day?"

You nodded. "A lot of things seemed to be going wrong today."

He looked nervously over at you. "This was supposed to be a surprise."

You shrugged. "I still don't know what you're making and why, so it still is. I'm very glad you're here Dean."

Dean looked at you in confusion. "Why? I'm nothing special."

You gave him a 'really' look. "Because you can make me laugh and when I'm with you, my stress just melts away. You make me happy Dean, and that is something special. You're my best friend."

He shrugged. "If you say so."

You smirked at him. "I do say so. I'm going to go change into something that smells better."

Dean laughed. "Yeah get that stench away from my food."

You laughed as you went to go change out of your sweaty clothes. You changed into a clean pair of faded jeans and your favortite T-shirt, an AC/DC shirt. It was a little too small and showed a small strip of skin on your belly. If you moved just right, it would show off your belly button piercing.

You went back downstairs to see that Dean was no longer in the kitchen and now you heard the gentle strains of a slow song coming from the dining room. You walked in to see the table covered in a white, lacy tablecloth with two softly glowing candles in the middle. Dean was standing behind one of the chairs, holding it out for you. You now noticed that he was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a blue button down shirt. You walked over to him and felt somewhat underdressed.