•Please Forgive Me• [Dean Winchester x Reader]

Ch. 3

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You and (Y/S/N) stepped into your motel room, and once you were both inside and the door was locked you whirled around to face her.

"What the hell?!" You yell, your anger only growing when your sister raises her eyebrows as if she did nothing wrong.

"What?" She asks you innocently, and you raise an eyebrow, cross your arms, and cock your hips, putting most of your weight on your left foot.

"You know what. Why would you invite Sam and Dean to come shopping with us?!" You yell at her, stabbing a finger towards her chest, and if looks could kill, she would've been long dead.

"Hey, does it really matter? I saw the way Dean was looking at you when first he sat in the booth, and it seemed like you guys hit it off anyway." She says with an eye roll and a smirk, knowing that what she said would instantly change your mood. Your arms fell to your sides as a slight blush took place on your cheeks.

"W-what do you mean?" You ask her quietly, as she moves closer to you. She stops in front of you, setting her styrofoam cup from the diner on the table before grabbing your forearms.

"What I mean is, he couldn't take his eyes off of you when he first sat down. And don't even get me started about the mall. Sam and I both saw it, the look you guys gave each other, it's obvious you like him. Hell, I'd say he likes you too." She tells you, dropping her arms, and taking her cup back in her hand.

Could you really have feelings for Dean, already?! You guys had just met, and it seemed wrong. You don't associate yourself with people anymore, outside of your sister, considering that it usually didn't end well for anyone. I mean sure, the way he looks at you makes you feel indescribable emotions of happiness, and you get the occasional butterflies, which was very unusual for you. And it felt so nice having someone listen to what you said, and actually understanding. You didn't have to hide anything from him.

And what about him? Could he really have feelings for you? That seemed unlikely to you, but even you noticed how closely he walked to you, and how he stared at you when you spoke like what you had to say was the most important thing in the world.

She raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to talk. You clear your throat, giving your head a slight shake as a frown took place on your face.

"No, there's no way. I don't-" Your sister cuts you off before you can say more.

"Oh (N/N)! Don't be so naive! You know I'm right, so just think about what I said." She says, her voice rising slightly as she winks and walks out of the room to the kitchenette.

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In the bunker, Dean sat in one of the chairs with his feet on the table in the library and a beer in his hand as he listened to Sam rant about how obvious it was that he and (Y/N) had feelings for each other.

"Sam you're being ridiculous, (Y/N) could never have feelings for me, and even if she did-" Was all Dean managed to get out before Sam cut him off again.

"No Dean, you just don't see it! You didn't see the looks you were giving each other when the other would speak! It's obvious at this point, and I can't believe you're so insecure as to think that you guys don't have feelings for each other. It's honestly embarrassing." He says, freezing in his spot to stare at Dean.

"Well, that doesn't matter anyway, we just met!" Dean yells back at his brother. Just as Sam goes to yell back, Castiel appears, immediately catching the brother's attention.

A fuming Sam raises his arms to the angel as if to ask him what he wanted that was important enough to interrupt their argument.

"Hello Sam, Dean." He says, nodding his head to the two of them before speaking again.

"I'm afraid I have some not so good news for the two of you. Currently, there is a group of demons looking for you, and it seems they will do anything to get information on you," The angel paused before continuing. "I was just attacked by one, and they are planning on attacking everyone you care about until they get what the want."

With those words, Dean sat up, his feet now on the floor as he leaned forward in his seat.

"How do you know all of this Cas?" He asks, glancing at Sam.

"I had to torture one for information, but that doesn't matter. What matters is being extremely careful until we can get this under control. They have lookouts everywhere, so anyone you've spoken to is in danger."

Immediately, Dean stands, he and Sam making eye contact. It seemed as if their minds had gone to the same place.

"(Y/n) and (Y/s/n)." Dean whispered out.

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Back at the motel, you were seated on the couch watching the mindless sitcom on the television. You mindlessly stared at the screen in silence, and you jumped in your seat when your phone started to ring loudly. You quickly picked up the call.

"Hello?" You answer, surprised by the sudden call. You hadn't been expecting one, and your phone didn't ring often.

"(Y/N)." The familiar voice sighed, and you relaxed a little realizing it was Dean.

"Dean? What's wrong? Is everything ok?" You ask into the phone, muting the TV so you could hear him better.

"Yeah - well no, but it will be soon. Pack your bags, Sam and I are coming to get you."

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