Plot: "Dean likes me (the reader) and he doesn't know how to tell me so he writes a song and sings it to me. (I know very bad but I think that'll be some good fluff ^^)"
-@BernieFangirl
Reply: @BernieFangirl, I can't think of any songs to make because I suck at constructing basically anything
[TRIGGER WARNING: TWIST AND SHOUT REFERENCES]
Your POV
"Dean?" I asked snapping him out of his thoughts. He flinched and blushed, looking at me for a glance. "Y-yeah?" He tried playing cool.
"What's wrong with you the past few days huh?" I said leaning to his side, tilting my head as I do.
"W-what?" He nervously chuckled and looked everywhere but my eyes.
"You're constantly dazing off, quiet. And you don't- we're not- as close anymore..." I said sadly.
"(Y/n), I'm sorry. I just need my s-space. Excuse me." He excused himself and walked away hurriedly to his room. I sighed and slumped back to my chair drinking beer.
Dean's POV
"Sam, I don't know what to do! What do I do?!" I said flaling my hands as I talk and pace at the same time to my brother.
"Dean, chill. Just tell her you like her. Maybe ask her out for a drink, it's your choice Dean." He said putting his elbows on his legs and clasping his hands together.
"MY CHOICE?! I don't have a choice Sammy! Make one up for me! What is happening to me?" I whispered on the last part, accidentally screaming at Sammy on the first words.
"How about... you sing her a song?
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"(Y/n)? Can you come here for a sec?" Sam asked as I heard muffled footsteps towards the garage. The rusty door opened to (y/n)'s image, soon followed by my brother. She caught me in her glance and started getting weirded out.
"What's going on?" She asked considering I have a guitar slinged around my shoulders, my image fixed nicer.
I hope she likes it.
Your POV
"What's going on?" I felt my heart pound as to where Dean was standing in a closed flannel, half fixed, half messy hair and a black guitar on his shoulder.
"(Y/n), listen to him." Sam nudged my arm as I looked at Dean who was positioning his fingers on the frets, ready to play. He coughed silently and started strumming a familiar tune.
'Wise men say, only fools rush in.
But I can't help, falling inlove with you.
Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?
For I can't help falling inlove with you.
Like the river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes,
Something are meant to be.
Take my hand, take my whole life too,
For I can't help falling inlove with you.'
Dean's sweet voice sang, slowly making his way up the stairs.
'For I can't help... falling inlove with you." Dean ended on a C chord and I was overwhelmed by this side of Dean.
"Dean? Did you-?" I asked patting his guitar as Sam made his way out.
"Yes. I was too afraid to say I like you so Sammy helped me on Elvis." He grinned.
"Well guess what Dean..."
"What?"
"I like you too."
