•Dean•

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Written by @WritingIsMyDrug

Imagine: Dean looking at you differently after he finds out you're not human

Title: Was It Meant To Be?

Love. It's so many things. An emotion, a feeling, a gesture, but for you it was your job. You literally held the futures of romances to be in your in hands. Or more like created it. You were a cupid and your job was to make those who were meant to fall in love meet. Now whether or not the love lasted that wasn't up to you. That was the one thing so many people got wrong about cupids. Yes, it was your job to bring meant to be lovers together, but you had no control over how it worked out in the long run. That only happened on very rare occasions. You spent so much time around love that you started to wonder if your kind could fall in love. You had never really heard of it happening, but there was no rule against it. Then again cupids were a lower class angel and angels frowned upon angel and human romances. You were content with never finding love. That was until you met him.
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WHEN YOU MET
You were sitting in a bar watching your newest targets. One girl who was basically a closed off book worm. Even here at a bar, she was reading. The other girl who around her pals was loud and childish, but in reality was sweet and closed off too. They couldn't stop stealing glances at each other. You smiled and sipped on the cocktail you ordered before walking over to the bar. They were watching some reality show about finding love. "Think he'll pick the redhead or the brunette?" you asked getting their attention.

"The redhead is more his type," The first girl said.

"Yeah, but he's a jerk," the second girl said, "more than likely the busty brunette,". The first girl rolled her eyes.

"Probably," she agreed. You made your little bows appear in your hands and touched their shoulders.

"Redhead for the win," you joked as your magic did its work. As you were walking back to your table you were so busy watching the young couple sitting closer and touching hands that you didn't see someone in front of you and bumped right into them. You looked up to be met with a handsome face with emerald green eyes.

"Excuse me, sweetheart," he said, "you ok?"

"I'm fine," you said, "sorry didn't mean to run into you,".

"Oh no need to be sorry," he said, "I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam,". The Winchester brothers. Hunters. Perfect. Good thing I'm not hurting anyone. You thought to yourself.

"I'm Y/N," you said holding out your hand. When Dean shook your hand you felt the oddest sensation at the touch. Like a tiny shock.

"Well Y/N," Dean said, "would you like to join us for a few beers?". Technically you weren't working anymore for the night so you didn't see the harm.

"Sure," you said and followed them to a corner table.
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That was the start for you. Over time you got to know both brother's fairly well. You were becoming especially close to Dean. You had helped them on hunts and even when they needed new cases. Things were going well and you figured out soon that you started to grow feelings for the eldest Winchester. Then you met Castiel. He knew right away you weren't human. Luckily Dean and Sam were out. You begged him not to say anything. That you knew Dean wouldn't like it. The angel agreed. With that, your worries went away and things continued to go well between you and the hunter brothers. Your feelings grew for Dean and you were starting to notice Dean felt the same way. One night he asked you out on a date.
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YOUR FIRST DATE
You just finished putting a pair of small, silver hoop earrings in. One thing you liked about humans was surely fashion. Clothes were clearly one way they expressed themselves. You had picked a white, lacy dress that hugged your body and matching wedge shoes. You were nervous and wanted to look good. It was your first date with Dean. There was a knock on your door. You looked yourself over one more time and went to answer it. When you opened the door Dean was wearing his usual attire, only with a nicer, green plaid shirt on.
"Whoa," he said, taking in your look, "you look amazing,".

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