It took several years for Dean to confess his feelings for you. It took arguments, screaming, and you threatened to leave the boys. Dean spent his whole life trying to keep you safe. He met you before Lucifer jumped out of the cage. A demon stabbed you, you were bleeding out, and Dean basically held your insides inside your body in a very loopy, painful ride to the hospital. You grew up a hunter, mostly a researcher because, well, you were afraid to be stabbed. Sam demanded that they stay until you woke up. You ended up staying longer than anyone anticipated because of a lung complication. Sam enjoyed having someone to laugh with and talk about books with. Many nights in a lowly lit hospital room, with hushed whispers, made the boys want to keep you. They enjoyed your company.
Meeting Cas was interesting, coming to love Castiel was easy. Likewise with Mary, and Jack. Mourning the death of Jack was hard for all of you, mourning the death of Mary AND Jack was hard for Dean. That's how Dean confessed his feelings. You wanted to go on a hunt, get out of the bunker that was heavy with anger and sadness. Dean had gotten used to you driving Baby. When you told him you were leaving, he said no. You didn't take very kindly to that. A large argument broke out between you two about your own freedom, ending with not wanting to bury someone else that he loves.
That was two years ago. You two retired after getting all the evil sons of bitches back into hell. It had been a long year, and it was damn time for some time off. Dean and you got used to sleeping curled up next to one another. He got used to seeing you in his oversized t-shirts getting a cup of coffee over breakfast. He got used to Sam scrunching his nose up after you and Dean walked, giggling, out of his room in between rounds in the bedroom. You got used to the whiskey smell going away as his addiction faded. It was beautiful. You still had your stomach scar, and he was littered in marks of stabs, cuts, and rips.
"Hey, babe, I wanna take you somewhere special," Dean whispered. It was early morning, the sun probably hadn't even risen yet. "It's so early, babe, why are you awake," you groaned, rolling your body to face him. "You gotta say yes now, it's a little bit of a drive," Dean whispered. "Fine," you grumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest. His arms were wrapped around you, your body moving as his chest steadily rose and fell. Moments like this meant the most. You two laid heart to heart, all walls down.
It took you both another 45 minutes to crawl out of bed. Dean packed a bag of stuff the both of you would need. The drive was long but bearable. You always fell asleep in Baby. Unless you were pumping with adrenaline, no amounts of conversation could keep you up. You dozed off with the familiar rattle of Baby driving down the road. When Dean woke you up, you blinked, allowing your eyes to adjust to the light outside. "How long was I out?" You said, your voice filled with sleep. "Couple hours, you didn't miss anything important," Dean said. He opened the door for you, letting you get up and stretch out. He took your hand, demanding you to close your eyes.
"Why do I need to close them. We're obviously at the beach, babe, there's no surprise here!" You exclaimed. "Y/N, that's where you are absolutely incorrect," Dean said with an 'eat shit' grin plastered across his face. You rolled your eyes gently. Dean covered your eyes as you did your best to peak through his fingers, which was absolutely failing. "Wanna take off your shoes, babe?" Dean asked. He kept his hands over your eyes as you bent down, untying your shoes, and pulling them off with your sock following. Your feet touched the sand and a giddy giggle rang from your lips. "I knew you'd love it," Dean whispered. He moved his hands, your eyes looking at the candles dug into the sand.
'I love you'
Tears welled up in your eyes. "When did you do this?" You asked, your voice barely audible. "Sneaked it while you were knocked out," Dean replied. His arms were wrapped around your waist, both of you letting out a sigh of content. "I love you, Dean," You spoke. Your voice was a whisper as your eyes looked at the setup of towels and bags in front of his masterpiece. The wind from the beach was slowly blowing them out, but you could care less.
"Did you at least pack me a bathing suit?" You said with excitement. You were bouncing on your toes, a smile plastered across your face. "Of course, babe," Dean spoke. You could practically feel his smile beaming behind you. You very clumsily changed into the bathing suit in the Impala. When you opened the door, Dean looked you up and down. You took notice of his obnoxious beach shorts with a black t-shirt hugging tightly to his chest. You couldn't help but smile at the goofy looking man in front of you. You smiled even wider. "I'll race you to the water."
You took off as fast as you could as soon as Dean smirked back at you. You could hear his calling out your name behind you. When your feet touched the water, you smiled, gracefully slowing down your pace and turning around in one motion. "Dammit, babe. I'm gonna have to start runnin' with Sammy in the morning," He muttered. "To be fair, I got a headstart," You say. Dean grabbed your hand, the two of you wading further in. When the water reached your hips, you sank your body down, Dean following your motions. The water was thankfully smooth today, which meant you guys wouldn't have to fight to waves. "This was a good idea," You said, leaning your head back. You felt Dean move closer to you in the water. "I agree, babe," Dean said. He put a steady hand on your hips. Your eyes were closed as his hands wandered over your stomach.
"This happened a long time ago," Dean said, running his fingers over the scar on your stomach. "I still remember it like it was yesterday." You leaned your head up, looking Dean in the eyes. "It's the day I met you. Little did I know you'd be hoggin' the blanket later in life," Dean finished with a light smile.
"Rude," You said, flinging a handful of water on Dean's face. Shock covered his face, then a grin to follow. "Oh, it is on, Y/N!" Dean said, splashing water at you. The assault of salty water didn't end as you squealed to run away. "Babe, no! Uncle!" You screamed as he grabbed your waist. "To the queen's command," Dean said, leaning down for a kiss, splashing one final handful of water at you. "I did not ask for water to be shot up my nose so aggressively," you muttered, wiggling your nose in an attempt to not sneeze. "That's hot babe," Dean says, giving you a lopsided smile. You smiled back at him, pulling your hand up to his cheek to press his lips on yours. It wasn't a kiss of lust, but a kiss of passion. It was a kiss that spoke when words couldn't. A kiss that said 'thank you' and 'I love you' and 'Never leave' all at once. With a soft sign, the two of you departed. "I love you," Dean said, leaning his forehead to yours. "I love you," You replied. A quick silence fell over the two of you.
"Ya know, it kinds looks like you only have one eye the longer you stand here," You say very quietly. Both of you lean back, letting giggles fall from your lips. That's how the rest of you spent the evening, laughing over bad jokes and stealing kisses from one another. That's how you two wanted the rest of your life to be: evil behind you, happiness in front of you.
