__-y/n-__'s POV
I woke up the next morning to Dean shifting next to me. I looked up at him. His hair stuck in every direction. I giggled as he made adorable faces in his sleep. After a few minutes, I slipped out of bed and did my morning routine. I came back to see Dean sitting up glaring at the sun coming through the window.
"Good morning." I greeted and he grunted in response. "Aren't you a ball of sunshine?" I teased.
"Shut up." He mumbled, falling backwards onto the bed.
"I'm making breakfast." I said as I walked towards the door. He sighed as his stomach growled. "You'd better hurry down or it'll be gone."
"Yeah, who's gonna eat it? You?" He retorted.
"Yes. Yes, I will." His eyes narrowed. I blew a kiss and skipped down the hallway. When I got to the kitchen, I pulled out various things and ingredients. I put on pandora to a classic rock station. As I cooked pancakes, eggs, bacon, and turkey patties, I sang and swayed around the kitchen. I turned and froze when I saw Dean sitting at the island. When had he gotten there? Silent bastard.
"Don't stop because of me." He said and I poured a glass of milk, handing it to him over the island. "You sing beautifully." I felt a blush creep up as he smiled at me. I shook my head and turned around, focusing on flipping patties. The song 'Slow Motion' by trey songz came on and I then focused on the beat, swaying my hips to it. Feeling hands clamp down on my hips I stopped and stood for awhile, waiting for his reaction. His hot breath fanned out across the back of my neck and I shivered, getting goosebumps.
"I swear to the heavens if you don't stop, we'll have more than just breakfast." He growled softly and I bit my lip, debating. I made a 'mmm' sound and stepped back so I was flush against him. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and took in a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I really need to finish breakfast though." I stated softly and turned to wink at him as I stepped back up to the stove. He pouted and drug a stool over and plopped down next to me, watching.
"And besides," I turned my head in his direction, "You haven't even taken me out on a date or asked me to be your girlfriend." I stated and his face grew a thoughtful expression as he watched me flip a pancake.
"Well, uh," He rubbed the back of his neck. "You got me there." He said after a minute of silence. I continued cooking in silence. Is he going to ask me? Damn it. I thought as I pulled out two plates and forks. I turned to set the counter and almost ran into Dean.
"Geez." I tried to take a step back, but I just hit the counter. "Uh, Dean?"
"__-y/n-__," He began and took one of my hands gingerly in his. "Would you like to grab drinks with me tonight?" His thumb ran back and forth over the back of my hand; his green eyes stared deeply into mine. I found it hard to breathe with the closeness.
"Y-yes." I squeaked. He smiled and pressed his lips to my hand. I smiled and flushed. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodsocutesocute.I fangirled inside my own head. It took all of my self control to keep from flailing my arms and squealing.
"Oh please, getting drinks, how Dean of you." Sam walked in. Dean spun around.
"Shut up. Don't ruin my moment." I laughed as they hit each other gently.
"It's true. Don't let him fool you, __-y/n-__. He doesn't know how to be romantic."
"I do too! Don't listen to him!" Dean defended as he chased Sam around the kitchen.
"Psh, whatever." Jess came in, glanced at them, sighed, and grabbed a plate.
"Boys, huh?" She forked a couple pancakes on.
"Still love 'em." I responded; she smirked.
"Date with Dean, huh? I'm totally helping you get ready!" She exclaimed and both boys looked in our direction. She gave all of us a devilish look and brought her fork full of pancakes to her mouth. I looked at Sam with a pleading look and he smiled and shook his head. Quickly glancing at Dean, I met his eyes. He winked and gave me a grin as he headed over to kiss my forehead.
"Now I'm really looking forward to this." He said and laughed as I elbowed his ribs. "Alright alright, let me know when you're done with her Jess. C'mon Sammy, we got some work to do!" Dean said as he marched out of the kitchen, Sam following reluctantly behind.
((A/N://Maybe a part 4? 🤷🏼♀️))
