Walking Me Home (Dean x Reader)

CHAPTER 5

You must had slept over 15 hours or so and somehow it was just what you needed. You opened your eyes to see no one around, your head still hurting from last night's crying. You remembered the mess you were and how Dean didn't ran away.

Reaching for your phone, there was a note attached to it.



Meet us at that fancy restaurant down the block, wear something nice. 8 pm. Love, Dean.



A few rooms apart, the boys were getting ready since Sam was having a date with a girl he met at the park that exact same afternoon and Dean, well, he was taking you out on a dinner, which of course he completely refused to call it a date, no matter how many times Sam said it was. He ignored his brother's comments and looks as he spent a little longer getting ready in the motel bathroom than he usually did. He wanted to make sure you had a good time after the bad moment you had last night, no ulterior motives.



It was around 6 when you decided it was best to start getting ready. You didn't know where to start, what the hell was on his mind? You found yourself smiling at the thought of him planning something out for you. You decided you'd go for a black skater dress that revealed your back and fell gracefully over your curves, with some cute ankle boots and a leather jacket to match.



Dean called the restaurant more than a few times to check if the reservation was still up. He picked the perfect table near the window since he knew how much you liked to look outside. He even asked the waiter to set a few candles. He, once again, ignored Sam's snort behind him, not even bothering to send his little brother a glare. 
His mind was on you.



They entered the place and Sam's date was already there waiting for him, she was beautiful.


- "Good luck" he winked at his little brother after waving at her from across the restaurant.


- "Yeah, you too" Sam shook his head. Dean frowned, wondering what the hell he had meant by that. 



Good luck?  he thought. It's just a dinner. 



Thoughts were coming and going in Dean's mind, a knot in his stomach was forming until he heard the doorbell ring.



Some of the men eating at the restaurant turned around to see you enter the place but Dean didn't even bothered to notice. His eyes were on you and only you. He could have sworn his heart skipped beat.
 

Your smile lit the room when you saw him standing by the table, waiting for you. He looked incredible, black shirt, black pants. He was from out of this world.



You walked towards the table with the shyest smile you could possibly pull off. No one ever did anything for you like this and to have him doing it, it just made it a hundred times more special. Dean couldn't stop the big smile spreaded across his face either. 

As soon as you reached the table, he wrapped his arms around you in a big hug, even nuzzling in your neck a little.



- "You really didn't have to do this" you said pulling away, your hands still in his arms. 


- "Hey, you saved my life. This is the least I can do" he joked as both of you sat in front of each other. "You look beautiful". Butterflies were in your stomach already.


- "Thank you, sometimes it's nice to dress up. We don't get to do that often. You look great too" you nervously replied, tucking your hair behind your ear.


- " You are beautiful no matter what you wear" Dean let out almost like he didn't even think about it, while he was reading the menu and you felt your cheeks red in an instant. He lifted his eyes to meet your smile.


- "What are you doing?" you dared to ask, closing the menu an focusing your stare in him.


- "Buying you dinner, because I'm definitely paying" he replied with the same smile on his face.


- "But why?" you narrowed your eyes, a slight smile was showing. He took a deep breath, grabbed your hand and started rubbing it up and down, almost preparing what he was about to say.


- "I really like you. Like, really really like you. Ever since I met you, I couldn't keep you out of my head. And I tried with filtring, that's the best way I know but it didn't work" he chuckled "so I-... I'm taking you on a date. A real date. And if you want to, and feel the same way, and think it's..." he started rambling nervously. 


- "Dean..." you stopped him, those eyes finally meeting yours. "I really like you too. Like, really really" you smiled at him. He let out a small sigh of relief, smiling again.


- "Alright then, let's call this a date".



The food was incredible, one of the best you ever had probably in years. You talked, laughed, played around and had a great time with each other. The restaurant was almost empty, everyone was long gone, including Sam but there you were, illuminated by the street lights and what was left of the candles in the table, although your smiles alone could have lit the whole sky.



The waiter nicely asked you to leave since they were closing. Dean grabbed your hand, dragging you towards Baby, almost running a little.


- "Where are we going?" you giggled from behind. He opened the door and winked. "Are you planning on kidnapping me or something, Winchester?".


- "You'll see".