Beer, Sarcasm, and The Job | Dean Winchester x Reader

Kiss Me [22]

Dean parked the car and leaned back in his seat while Nicole climbed out. She didn't want to be in an isolated car with the man that would change her life in just a few short minutes. Dean climbed out after she did, and turned to look at her.

"Well?" He asked flatly. She looked down at the sleek black paint on the 1967 Chevrolet Impala in front of her.

"Did you mean it?" She finally asked as she tilted her head back up to look him in his eyes. He seemed to not want to look at her, but he forced himself to.

"Yeah, yeah I did." He answered truthfully, chuckling a little afterwards.

"It's hard to believe. At first you were this really cool woman that was fighting alongside Sammy and I, and then you were the first thing I thought about in the morning. Seeing you hide away in Bobby's guest room was devastating, cause I wanted to see you out in the world having fun, not rotting away in some uncomfortable bed. Then when we were in that cage and I knew exactly how I felt. You were stronger than me and you looked so angry and powerful. You don't need me to survive, but if you left right now I have no clue what I would do, Nicole." He told her with complete sincerity. She paused, then hopped over the hood of the impala to his side. When she faced him, he looked slightly scared.

"Dean Winchester, tell me something." She told him simply. He nodded, and she grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and slammed him against the impala.

"Why would you ever think I could function correctly without you boys? You and Sammy are quite possibly the best things that have ever happened to me, so leaving you two would be the death of me, you hear?" She asked him sternly. She scanned his face as he nodded.

"Now," She started as she let go of him, "are you going to man up and kiss me or let the chick-flick continue further?" She asked as she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.