Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Don't Act So Surprised

Characters: Florist!Dean Winchester x Reader, Maddy (OFC), minor characters

Warnings: just fluffy goodness

Summary: the guy next door to you is always sending you and your shop flowers, and it got you thinking that maybe there is something more behind the meaning of it.

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There were two things you looked forward to each and every morning: seeing the bright smiles of your customers and seeing Dean Winchester next door handing out flowers. Your coffee shop had been in business for about 4 generations. With each one, they had renovated the shop to fit the times they lived in. Now that the shop was yours, you got to make it look however you wanted which gave you great pleasure.

Serving customers for over 60 years meant a lot to you. Having a coffee brand that people loved made a community that was hard to get away from. Everyone who came to the shop was friends. Everyone who came in new left as a friend. There wasn't one single person who didn't feel comfortable when walking into your shop.

Speaking of community, the businesses that formed around you, you tried to be friendly towards them because you believe in working in harmony with others around you. Many people have come and go, but you always welcomed in the new with warm arms.

Just a few months ago, a flower shop had opened right next door to you which gave the environment a lovely splash of color. As soon as you saw moving boxes, you went over to meet the owner. You were never the one to believe in love at first sight, but something clicked between the two of you when eye contact was made.

He had been so nice to you from the start, always stopping by to drop off flowers to liven up your shop. In exchange, you had given him free coffee since he was giving you free flowers. This little unspoken arrangement has been going on for months, but now it seems as if he did this because he was flirting with you.

Along with every batch of flowers, he would leave a note that would make your cheeks heat up. Every cup of coffee had a sweet note written on it. It's been a long game of back and forth, but you didn't know how to move it forward.

Your employee and best friend keep telling you to tell him the truth whether that came out in one of your little notes, but you were afraid of ruining the dynamic between the two of you. What if this was all flirting to him? What is he is just being nice? What if he didn't actually like you?

Your romantic life was pretty sad. Every guy you dated ended up leaving you after a few months for reasons you didn't know. Maybe it was because they didn't like the fact that you were a strong independent woman who was doing very well for herself. Maybe it was the fact that you came on too strong because you were just that eager. Whatever the case may be, it has seriously put a damper on things. It's one of the main reasons why you didn't want to pursue a relationship with Dean. He might get scared and leave.

All you can do now is hope that maybe he would ask you out so you didn't have to.

"Hey boss," your best friend said once you entered your shop.

"You know I don't like that word. You're my best friend," you grimaced, setting your things behind the counter.

"I know. I like to see you squirm," she grinned, pulling out a big bouquet of flowers. Much bigger than what giving to you for the shop. "Guess who stopped by this morning?"

"Whoa, these are a lot of flowers," you admired the big bouquet of different kinds and colors of flowers.

"He said these were for you instead of the shop," she smiled, handing you the card that she definitely did not (did)read.

"There's a card?" you asked, grabbing it from her hands. Quickly reading through it, you felt a blush stem from your neck. "He thinks I'm beautiful?"

"Oh, he thinks a lot more than that," she snickered.

"Did you read this?"

"No," she nodded, giving you a sly smile. "Someone has a crush on you."

"What? He doesn't. He's just being nice," you passed it off, putting the card in your purse for safe keeping.

"That is not the vibe I got when I read it," she stated, watched as Dean grabbed a few flowers and started making his way over to the shop. "And look who is coming your way right now."

"Hey, Y/N," he smiled as he entered the shop. He was relieved when you got his flowers because he really wanted you to know that he was interested in you without coming right out and saying it. He was a little shy to be doing so.

"The flowers are beautiful," you blurted, blushing when he gave you a toothy grin.

"I'm glad you liked them. Since I didn't bring flowers for the shop, here," he informed, giving you the handful he picked from his shop.

"Dean, you're going to be broke if you keep giving me your flowers," you said, taking them.

"Here's your coffee, Dean," your best friend said as she slid him her cup.

"And you're going to be broke if you keep giving me free coffee. I guess we're even," he winked, taking a sip of the delicious substance. "Best damn coffee I ever had. I'll catch up with you later, yeah?"

"Okay," you smiled, watching him walk out the door.

"Do you like him?" your friend asked with a nervous smile.

"I think I do. He's so nice."

"Good, then I don't feel bad for giving him your number. Or mentioning to him that you may like him."

"Wait, what?" you panicked, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Wrote it on the cup. I can't keep watching you eye-fuck each other from across the street."

"Maddy! What if he doesn't like me?" you gasped.

"Well, better think of something because he is calling you over," she pointed to Dean who was indeed waving you over.

"When I get back you're fired," you half-jokingly said.

"Love you!" she grinned. Exiting your shop, you crossed the street to where Dean was located.

"Hey, so, I'm sorry about my number being on there. Maddy just doesn't know when to butt out. I don't know what she told you, but I don't like you. I mean, I do like you. You're a great person and all, but... Ugh, I'm sorry, I usually don't get like this around guys. I mean I do around guys I like. I maybe happen to like you," you finished. Dean had been patiently waiting for you to finish so he could tell you the news.

"Maddy didn't write your number on here or tell me anything about you liking me. But, it's good that I know."

"Wait, what? She just told me that she wrote this all down on there."

"No, all she wrote was "call Y/N over to your shop. You won't regret it". And believe me, I don't."

Glaring, you turned to look at your best friend who just stood there with an innocent smile on her face. She was so going to get it later. Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe it's time to get your feelings out there.

"Did you want to grab dinner maybe? I'm friends with the owner at the new Italian restaurant that just opened. I can get a deal," you asked awkwardly, hoping he would say yes.

"Yeah, I would love to," he smiled.

"Wait, really?"

"Don't act so surprised," he chuckled, handing you a single rose despite giving you a bouquet earlier.

"No, I'm sorry, I... you know what. I'll meet you outside of my shop? We can walk together. It's not far from here."

"Great," he winked, greeting some customers that stopped by. Quickly walking back to your shop, you glared at Maddy as soon as you walked in.

"I fucking hate you."