Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Dork. (Part 2)

(I know it's been a while. Please go back and read the first part of this story if you haven't. I just felt like this story needed a real ending.)
Name: Deluna (Luna)
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I didn't make it to my room.
Sam had to pick me up and carry me the rest of the way there.
"Jesus. I can't believe you're drunk. It's Wednesday."
Sam muttered as he laid me down in my bed.
I didn't respond as I didn't want to embarrass myself any further.
He looked at me, pissed, and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not even that drunk."
I quietly slurred.
He sighed and whispered.
"You're fucking obliterated."
He was mad at me, obviously, but he brushed my bangs out of my eyes and calmed himself down.
"Are you wearing your contacts?"
He asked, and I nodded.
"I didn't want to wear my glasses to the club, because I knew I'd lose them."
Sam got up and came back with my contact case and solution.
I drunkenly struggled to take them out.
"What made you guys go out anyway?"
I blinked a few times to try to understand his question.
"Uhm. I felt sad about something, and Dean took me out to get laid-"
The second 'laid' escaped my lips I began uncontrollably snickering.
The thought of another person, let alone a man, actually wanting to touch me when it wasn't out of pity was hysterical.
The sound of my laughter made Sam smile, but it disappeared when his eyes traced the smeared red lipstick on my face in...distaste.
"Did you? Get laid, I mean."
I shook my head and smiled.
"I did kiss someone, but it didn't lead to anything. It never does..."
I sat up and looked into his eyes for the first time that night.
He was so disappointed.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I should have given you a heads up. I know that you worry, I fucked up. I'm sorry."
He hugged me tight and very gently kissed the edge of my lips.
He pulled back and laughed slightly as he saw my cheeks redden.
"Little drunk dork."
He whispered, but I heard him.
The door closed, and tears rolled down my face as I tried to hide the sobs that shook my entire body.
Sam would never see me for who I really was.
I'd always be a dork to him.
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(Deans POV)
Sam walked back into the room with less anger on his face then when he'd left.
He sat down in the seat next to mine and sighed.
"You can't do that, Dean. You can't just grab Luna and take off without telling me. Especially if you're taking her to get drunk and end up doing...God knows what."
I crossed my arms.
"Why do you even care, Sam? She was upset and for crying out loud, that girl needs to get laid. She loosened up for the first time in weeks, and she was happy. Drunk, but happy."
Sam was fuming at this point.
"You should have been watching her, Dean. She couldn't even walk from how annihilated she was. What if she had gotten hurt because of you-"
"Hey! You know I would never let anything happen to her. You know that."
He scoffed.
"Why was she even upset about in the first place-"
"YOU, you idiot, you. She was hurting over you..."
I screamed at him.
"...what?"
Sam asked in quiet shock.
"Shit."
I whispered, guilt building inside me.
"Over me? What the fuck did I do?"
I stood up and paced for a moment.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter."
I tried to get up and leave, but he blocked my path.
"Move, Sam."
Sam scoffed angrily.
"Is that...is that lipstick on you?"
Dena rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, Sam, it's lipstick."
"It's Luna's...isn't it?"
Dean pursed his lips and wiped them.
"Yeah. It is."
Sam's face went blank for a moment before immediately returning to anger.
"You have to tell me what's going on, Dean."
A groan escaped my mouth, and I had to give in.
"Luna has this little crush on you, okay? Occasionally, it really gets to her. It's been hitting her a lot more since you started dating Casey."
Sam took a step back in shock.
"...for how long?"
Guilt crawled up my throat again.
"Forever, Sam. She's always been in love with you."
I couldn't stop the disappointment from echoing within my words.
Sam sort of stumbled back and leaned against the table to try to think.
"In love? Shit, I knew when we were younger, but I didn't know that she-"
"Well she did. She does."
I scoffed slightly and ran a hand down my face.
"Should I...What's should I do?"
He whispers.
"You should do nothing. I love Luna, and you know that. You have your girl, and I'm still trying to get mine. If she finds out that I told you, she would never forgive me. I can't keep you from doing it, and I get that. But, understand, she will leave."
With that I left the room.
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(Luna's POV)
As I slept, I could feel my side of the bed sink a bit.
Then a hand placed itself on my face, a thumb dusting gently across my upper cheek.
My eyes opened and by the mere blurry shape of him, I knew it was Dean.
So, I smiled.
"Hey, jackass. What time is it?"
I asked, squinting to try to make out his facial features.
Without me having to say a thing, he got up and got my glasses from my dresser.
Now that I could see him, I could tell something was wrong.
He looked scared, almost.
Dean sat down beside me and looked straight ahead at my door, where a sliver of light lit the room.
I sat up and stared in the same direction.
"I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I'm guessing that you didn't come in here just to stare creepily at nothing. Right? Because, if that's the case, then we have way bigger problems...What's wrong Dean?"
I heard him take a big breath.
"I really care about you, Deluna. In a way that I can't explain. Tonight, kissing you...I felt like if I didn't do it, then I'd miss my chance. I couldn't do that again."
Every word he uttered tore a piece of my heart off.
"Again? What are you talking-"
"Prom. I'm talking about prom."
He turned to look at me, and even in the dark, I could tell that his eyes were glossed over.
"Dean-"
"I can't wait anymore. I thought...I thought that you felt the same way back at the bar. I know that you were drunk, even then, I felt it. I felt like it was something more than a raunchy bar makeout. Luna, if I'm wrong, please stop me."
The worlds manliest man among all men was sitting on my bed, confessing how he felt.
I didn't stop him. I just looked at him with tears behind my eyes.
"Sam never cared about me the way that you did. Even when he knew I was hurting over him, he didn't care. But, the second you saw me in pain, you were there for me. You always are. Loving Sam made me blind to that. I wanted to believe that you only saw me as this ugly dork-"
"You have never been an ugly dork. Never. I've always felt like this for you...I didn't ask you to prom to pity you. I asked you to prom because I wanted to show you that I...I wanted you to know how I felt, but when it came down to the end of the night...I panicked. I kissed you-"
"And told me it was for pity...but it wasn't?"
He purses his lips and sighed.
"No. It was an excuse to not have to face rejection."
I had a hard time believing him, in fear getting hurt, but at this point...
What do I have to lose?
"I would never-"
"I'm not good enough for you, and that's plain obvious. You're brilliant and absolutely beautiful. Why wouldn't I feel like you'd reject me? It's hard loving someone who doesn't love you back."
I pursed my lips and swallowed hard.
"Dean..."
I say quietly, making him face me.
"I do love you."
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