You had grown up in a very serious home as child. You were the youngest of your siblings, being born when most of them were finishing high school or were already in college. So your parents treated you like one of them all the time. And that meant that taking things literally became a part of you.
But when your parents were murdered by a demon, you dropped out of high school and hit the road, learning about the things that hunted children's dreams. You spend some years all by yourself, meeting other hunters on the way, but never settling down. Until a vampire case a few months ago. You would've been killed if it wasn't for the fact that you were teamed up with two brothers: the Winchesters.
What was planned to be just one hunt turned into two, and then three, and four, and five. They agreed to take you in with them, and although that was six months ago you still felt a bit shy around them. Dean particularly. So you relapsed in to your literal mode again.
Right now you were sitting in the Bunker's library, comfortably reading one of your favourite novels. Then Sam and Dean entered the library, dragging with them one of their usual arguments. You ignored their childish rants until Dean sat next to you and waved his hand in front of your eyes.
"Y/N, get your head out of the clouds," he said with a smile and you realized that they had been talking to you.
"There are no clouds around here," you said shakily, making them brothers laugh and your ears turn red. Why did you always have to say things like that in front of Dean?
"You and Cas are identical," he said shaking his head fondly. "Anyhow, Sammy and I are going for a drink, wanna come?"
"No, I think I'd rather stay here," you said. Almost every time you went to a bar a guy would hit on you, and you'd immediately freeze and reply with something very awkward. "You guys go have fun."
"Okay," Sam said, shrugging, "just call us if you need anything."
They were gone in a few minutes, and you sighed putting your book down. For some reason you had been feeling frustrated for the last couple of days. And all because of Dean. How could he not see that you clearly liked him? Even Sam had been looking at you oddly when you were around Dean. He obviously knew.
You decided to go to bed early, ready for what you planned to do tomorrow. It was a crazy idea, but you were never one to hold your feelings in.
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Taking a deep breath, you knocked on Dean's door, giving him a few seconds before bursting in.
"Okay, Dean, I've had enough!" You yell, effectively waking him up. The fact that he's shirtless distracts you for a second, but then you fix your posture and put your hands on your hips. "Either you don't pay enough attention to care or you're making fun of me, because I've been in love with you for a while now, and I'm just getting tired of you doing nothing about it!"
Dean's eyes become wide and he opens his mouth, but you keep on rambling.
"I mean, I know I can act weird now and then, but if you're playing a cruel joke on me or something then let me tell you, it's not funny!"
"You love me?" Dean asked quietly once you finished. Your felt your face heat up. Now that the thrill of yelling at Dean was over, you started to come to your senses. You sighed defeatedly, now that the cat was out of the bag you couldn't help to feel embarrassed.
"Yeah," you said, and before you knew what was happening, Dean had sprung out of bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you. Your body melted into his, and you kissed him back rather passionately, putting one of your hands on his neck and the other one playing with his hair.
"I don't think you're weird," he said once you separated. Your forehead was on his chest, and you could feel the fast beating of his heart. "And I love you too, Y/N."
By: carry-on-my-waywards-son-imagines
